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Crimson tears flowing like blood from these eyes. No blood I bleed is the color of red. Its my tears that shows my true pain from lies. From memory and metaphor it is in that way bled. Heartache and pain are both just a feeling. But its the lies and hate that causes them to be seen. My skin burns without your touch and without it my life is peeling. Why can't you just kiss me and make me wake from this dream? When shall the ache not come to hurt, but insted come from being out of breath.? From laughter and smiles of all that happy lives appears. When shall you just tell me you love me for I can put this heartache to its death. Because the pain that flows from these eyes are not invisible for they are as dark as crimson tears