The Blackest Teardrop
The blackest teardrop,ripping down my face...
holding me in the single spot that i am standing..
waiting for the ride to freedom that is never able to come,
toll me away from the blackest teardrop that made a water fall of the darkest places in my once beautiful memories..
just show me the way out and then the blackest teardrop will set me free to be me...
by: Linda. S
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The blackest teardrop
Poetryyes i am back soo plz comment, vote, and fan...then when i think there is enough of those comments, votes ,and fannin then i will put up ma stories...or just wait til i get bored of waitin then i will hehe :P hope ya guys like this one just made it...
