Treasure Island

Blessed Curses

(10/17 / Augusta)

Nothing I could say


There was nothing

I could say

But Im sure my fellow tear

Expressed every word I could not,

There was nothing.....nothing

That I could find

No words in my mind

That could express this one moment

When I was drowned in.....

And to think I had enough tears

That would write this story

To think I had at last

go rid of all pains and could stand tall

In glory....

I only cried one tear

I only had one tear

That seemed to run down my face

A million times.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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