WHEN CRIES THE HEART

WHO LICKS THE TEAR OUT OF MY EYE
FOR EACH TIME I CRY, THERE'S NO TEAR.
MY EYE GOES DRY
BUT THERE'S NO WIPING HAND NEAR.
HOW MANY TIMES DO I CRY
BUT THERE'S NO SEER.
THE DANCE OF THE TEAR
DOWN MY WITHERED FACE,
I DO NOT HEAR.
MAYBE IT KILLS ITSELF OUT OF FEAR
OF THE FALSE SMILE I ALWAYS WEAR.



Poetry by sania
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Written on 2006-10-19 at 15:58

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brian paglia
I've been patiently waiting for tears that never come.Developing a complex on whether or not I care as much as others.Could it be I've become desensitized by all that has happened or could I have already used my allotment of tears at the age of 29
"It's not enough to shield yourself from yesterday's despair...
For tomorrow is the curse for those who act like they don't care"
2006-10-19


Parnika
My mouth fell open as I read this poem... How can u express what i feel soo clearly..It's amazing...all I can say is Stop Crying your heart out..
2006-10-19