If my tears could tell a story
They would show you all my joys and my pains
The droplets that I cried, when I was feeling lonely
The ones that fell, when you were to blame
So if I stand for nothing I let my tears fall
And when things don’t go my way
They flow down my face, and I cry all in all
Hide myself so my shame I don’t display
When you’re crying alone and things fall apart
Sitting alone with the pen in my hand
It all begins, broken down part from part
I write to set myself free, I write so that I understand.
'If my tears could tell a story' Enough said. Beautiful thoughts laid down. Isn't it the reason we all picked up a pen in the first place. Our tears alas can not tell the story so we try. Great Piece. Really enjoyed Deanza. Regards. Craig.
The droplets that I cried, when I was feeling lonely..............good musing Truth with insight...good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one of the most moving poems i've read. Every teardropp counts! Thanks for putting your feelings down in words.