Sandpaper Tears

Sandpaper tears Eyes cry real salt Sad paper smiles Saying nothing about Splits and cracks in the ground. Kisses died and again I cried Sorrow for my soft, self heart When that which broke the glass Chipped away the edges of my soul. Already tainted by the eloquent Torture of a new day Yes, a new day which can turn Into whatever I can make of it. Clichés cut into the sand so it bleeds Dull glaze.. is it just a phase? Open up the sky but don't cry The day will pass into another bye and bye......