Uloia Norris Moore

Tears That Are Your's

So it is
as she doth
say

maybe not
so quite
as they
whom would
so say

Yet upon her cheeks
those tears
do
so burn

I cry
yet for the mask
into the soul
of one
such as this

No one
should be forced
to yell or
screem
just for a taste
of some sanity
so seems

When if you can
if but yet you do try
or if by force
you make me
so cry

The heed
such pain
is the worn
of such soul

Can I so be
precieved as not weak
if through the mask
so said tears
do leak

The tears
my pain
salt thow may
taste

Just one
my tears
a
barrel of salt
should
would
may
you so
taste

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 23, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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  • RyuOh Kenshin (7/2/2007 9:55:00 PM)

    beautiful poem, I love the line 'I Cry yet for the mask into the soul of one such as this' very unique.

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