Exhausted from the effort,
Efforts further cannot be put in
By the eyes that have once cried
For all your misfortune,
Misfortune further follows,
Eyes that have once cried,
Refuse to put the matter aside
Cry into your shell,
Shells that you cannot come out of
For the eyes that have once cried,
Will not let the matter die
The tears will dry,
The day will go by,
But it is at bedtime,
When you will feel like you cried.
-Poem Fanatic
Love this. So much emotion that I can feel from it.
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem!
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