Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
Each tear drop makes.
It's like hearing foot steps right before you make your escape.
It's like God himself unleashing a powerful storm on the sea.
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
Breaking the silence of my thoughts. Ones mind even when the tears fall is ever going.
The sound is a constant reminder of being alone. It's like a tree with no leaves. It's like a guitar with broken strings.
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
At some point the tears will dry.
Someone will finally give you a reason not to cry.
