Teardrops
You sit in the dark
as you pour out your heart
each teardrop a stain on the page...
the moment it starts
it all falls apart
from laughter to anger, then rage...
there once was a time
when dance stepped with rhyme
your heart glowed with the thought of each day...
but these days you find
that love's not so kind
and hearts break, as they're parting their ways
Trista3 commented on Teardrops
10-29-2013
08-31-2010
JEAGLEFEATHER commented on Teardrops
05-06-2010
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Teardrops | 4 | 07/14/2009 |
| Because of you ... | 3 | 07/14/2009 |
| The Dark | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
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