What Is The Use - Poem by Juan Olivarez
What is the use of words,
What are tears worth after all.
Nobody listens to words anymore,
And tears just stain your face.
Words are carried off by the wind,
Tears make mascara run,
You are left speechless,
Face stained like a clown.
Destiny and fate cannot be confronted,
They have each others backs.
When you face destiny, fate attacks,
And vice versa.
What good are tears, broken hearts,
Are for fools and incurable romantics.
I.. am a realist, I know the outcome,
Tell me then, why life hurts so much.
4/13/12 Alton Texas
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