I never thought I wish I could cry. I loved not being able to cry so easily. Now, it just painful. It keeps hurting, but I can't let it out. I'm about to burst.
You would never cry over a boy
No, you'd only hurt for him
In ways he can't possibly see
Brag about the lack of tears
But there is no triumphant elation
Just solid presence of stunning realization
You're hurting, hurting so much
It's not your eyes that's crying
It's your soul that's dying
Poetry by Callisto Jean
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Written on 2008-03-16 at 08:00
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Lack of Tears
Brag about the lack of tearsYou would never cry over a boy
No, you'd only hurt for him
In ways he can't possibly see
Brag about the lack of tears
But there is no triumphant elation
Just solid presence of stunning realization
You're hurting, hurting so much
It's not your eyes that's crying
It's your soul that's dying
Poetry by Callisto Jean
Read 615 times
Written on 2008-03-16 at 08:00
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