“Hurtful Tears”
Have I become too numb for tears,
Of what it means to be broken?
When did this happen?
When did I become so frozen?
Time slips by the edge of my youth;
Maybe it was in summer or winter,
Or maybe spring or fall…
I guess, it just doesn’t matter.
One tear she shed,
Another crack appears,
It felt raw and sad,
From those treacherous years.
Her eyes couldn’t hide,
What left her shattered in time;
I looked away, for I couldn’t bear,
The reason she cried was mine.
I walked further back,
I couldn’t do it,
No comforts, no smile--
Damn it!
If only one sweet thing,
Could cheer her up.
If only that one thing,
Could make her stop.
I gave her one thing,
Didn’t know if she took it;
But inside, I hoped,
It’ll lift up her spirit.
© WhiteSecrets715 2014.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
