Cryin Poem by Timothy Long

falling down like a thousand suns,
playing in my head like a sad song,
my hearts captured but torn apart to be kept in a jar,
nothing left but teary scars,
blood comes and goes like water does flow,
the one thing to be restless like the soaring waves of the ocean,
head spinning like a tornado,
locking inside the house of blues,
seeing how much pain can take,
evolving from teary to flowing,
my sadness has my sorrow falling from the heart,
just not suicidal,
just a little unwell in the shadows,
living once we all do,
but crying makes life last a life time,
like there was no tomorrow,
not caring what comes next as if a curse to desert,
violent everyday i am,
the end blamed on tragedy upperclassidy,
burning heart turned ice cold.