sadness

[cheebus420]

It lays on a couch,
I cry,
It cries 'till there are no tears left,
I start to think,
It thinks of everything,
and nothing.

Of smiles, scars, and rain,
the wet first touch,
washing a line down my cheek,

Everything else is toned down.
Everything else seems plastic.
Wandering through my mind.
It finds , me.