Chelsea Crisman

Rookie - 0 Points (1994 / Oklahoma)

His Tears - Poem by Chelsea Crisman

His tears-
They bring me happiness
They fill me with joy.
They tell me I've won
My silly little game.
Now he won't want me.
I must watch him leave,
For better or worse,
This isn't for me.
He's not what I want,
I'll break his sweet heart.
I told him it wouldn't work
Since before the start.

His Tears-
They make me laugh.
They bring a smile to my lips.
The fill me with unwarranted excitement
For now I am free.
I can finally breathe.
He is without me.
I am without him.
So there will be no more tears;
There is no need.
Crying is useless,
So why waste his tears
On a waterproof shield? 

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  • Vipins Puthooran (12/20/2011 6:46:00 AM)

    A good poem! !
    Love, live and learn
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

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