My Tears
Compelled to cry a silent tear
Having not the reason all girls cry for
My cry is my eye's freedom
They strain to keep those tears inside
If i had not this pencil
I would write with my tears
Words may express how I am
Echoing my chaos
Onto a paper
My feelings are scribbled
But with no words, no paper and no pencil
I cry out my anger and happiness
For if I had nothing to write with
I would write with my tears
Picture by Paulo
Labels: Poetry: Random Topics
posted by Dudi @ 10:51 PM
4 Comments:
I can foresee
That this poem will be a hit rock song one day
I loved this part
"Echoing my chaos
Onto a paper"
Sumthing for Audioslave to sing!!
keep on echoing!!
yeah, i love this. "But with no words, no paper and no pencil
I cry out my anger and happiness".
I cry when i'm alone
my tears are bitterly warm
suffocating from the air of solitude
I cry alone once more
no purpose and no goal
my tears continue to flow with no hope
again, thanks for the poem, it's the fuel to my life.
As allways!!!
nice pome sis
"For if I had nothing to write with
I would write with my tears"
What lovely words.
Happy belated new year, and although u've disappeared, I would urge you to reconsider posting again. It would touch some poor hearts:)
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