The night was wiped away
by the sun's warm rays
and with its destruction
came salt-and-pepper tears.
Sometimes the memories strengthened.
Constricting an already-frail heart,
they stripped that glued mind apart,
everything intensified in the darkness.
Those useless sayings fell on deaf ears,
the pictures too strong, too powerful...
how could people
listen to those
who said to never
cry over spilt milk....
T h e y ' d n e v e r f e l t l i k e t h i s .
Author notes
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
-Euripides
A contest entry
- An Inspiration of Quotes by perdisbeaute.
300 points, ended February 27, 2007, 9 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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Is this about what I think it's about or am I just over analysing? Deeper meanings, whch I like.
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... I don't even KNOW what it's about anymore. Everytime it means something different.
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I love that quote and you wrote a very lovely piece to it. Great job!!
Thanks so much for entering.
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