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
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| 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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