sneaky tears, always escaping from the corners of my eyes
leaving soft white trails in the fields of my skin
like rows of lavender, they too leave me sleepy
in melancholy
sneaky tears soaking into the cotton of my shirt
puddles that I then fall into
will you follow me as I drown?
like swingers swaying in and out of each other’s arms
sneaky tears slip past my skin coloured skirts
and onto my arms
and I cradle them; they too leave me to sleep
