In the bellows of my pores,
The salty water that secretes from my eyes,Starts to seep in.
Maybe that’s why my cheeks are so chubby and my face so round.
Pumped full of lost promises,
If only you could just take a look at me,Of what you had truly lost.
I am a part of you, after all.
But I am just a face,
And you won’t call.