Him...But It's Not His Fault - Poem by Dama Tristeza
I want to lay in bed and cry
Until there's nothing left inside.
Why does it all come back?
Why can't I cry it all away?
Why does this well never dry?
Do these tears need me as I hate them?
Why can't I simply just move on?
You shrug me off until I'm gone.
I'll always wonder deep inside,
Did you know about the tears I cried?
The emotions won't stay gone for long,
When they return, they'll be just as strong.
I just wish my heart were frozen,
Then I might not feel so broken.
(Written: 7-23-07. Submitted: 7-23-07.)
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