Tears Of Stone Poem by White Tiger

As I layed on my bed last night
I stared out the window
Catching a glimpse of the full moon bright
Shining its silver halo

My thoughts went back in time
As my tears hit the pillow
My heart was broken then
As the leaves of a weeping willow

They were tears of joy
They were tears of sadness
They were tears of anger
Leaving me heartless

How can I live without colorful tones?
If all I ever cry, will be tears of stone.


C. Vergara
11.03.2013