Every day when time flies away from both night and day, seconds tick away as the tears begin to fall from my heart. I see the outside from within, but I walk away from it now and then. I have done what is needed and yet empty I feel for at times like this my heart shatters with a large clatter. Too many shards to piece together and to pick them up just to fall again. Wait, don't despair, there is hope there in that hat or cup, for eat and drink. Be merry for time flies by and down again. I go to a dark unknown. When I feel as though I'm flying and then I'm falling. Heartbroken is many things, but what is broke can be fixed or made anew.
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Tears
Tears can happy and sad but with you they stream down like waterfalls. when my tears fall like rain I can't tell what I should feel... shall I dictate my heart whether to smile or cry? My heart beats with the rain but my tears they only stain when I make the rain, my tears fall flat onto the floor as if do disappear after splashing down to earth. My tears dry as I rest my heart for now I grow tried of missing you. All I cry is to bring your name to the sky. I know you are gone from me forever but I shall always think of you as my best friend. The months grow even colder as my tears turn to diamonds while I scream in pain. But the sun shall always bring me smiles forever for I shall see you again one day.
By Virginia Worthington7 years ago in Poets
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