I am the one that fell upon tender cheeks
Rushing down…..one streaming after another
I am the heart released through eyes
Breaking and slowly crushing
I am the sighs and whimpers covered by a pillow
So no one could hear
I am the one released every night
When arms are empty
I am the spots left upon paper
As a heart is poured out to silent ears
Yes, I am the one that no one can see
And the one who keeps the lonely company every night
A touching beautiful poem Patricia written with your unique sensative touch top marks for a tip top lady Chris x
Small consolation, perhaps, that if those lonely nights are spent writing, it is to the benefit of your reader..... sigh. t x
The tears of things - beautifully composed. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very touching poem...well written..10++