Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 34,672 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Your Tears How They Burn Me - Poem by Is It Poetry

And as you weep for me, for me
and beheld i from you of whom.
There where no sound of my pain but only by they
and shouting is what they wait to hear, from me.
May that you think of me, you and you discerning thus
knowing the past, mine still waits for thee.
Quite your tears, how they love, but burn me
and as i for you and yours allowed this thine of thy, hush child.
Unfairness is, unfairness being attached, when you think,
thus is the pain as deep for me as thine my river of life.
And even i am, of whom can not muted/shout as i stand above me,
'oh and I whom shout, that you think the bellows of their marked heart.
Time when nigh, and you my love and cannot know that time of me,
shouting not you think of this and love me more for, 'and i,
concerning thine, my lock and that your chain, i wear for you.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011


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