Their emotions withheld,
make us arise.
Us tiny little teardrops,
that will soon dry.
Upon a pillow,
or a sidewalk in the sun.
For the weirdest reasons,
not as weird as this one.
Because here I am for the millionth time,
coming from a greenish eye.
That was crying for no good reason,
don’t know what it is.
It might be a cold season,
with some runny noses all bunched.
A box of tissues,
is the answer for such.
Or maybe it's a girl,
with a broken heart.
From seeing her guy,
with a trashy slut.
One day will come,
where i finally settle.
Or fall off a leaf,
just a tiny little.
A contest entry
- Prewrites! by aeolia.
380 points, ended January 19, 2008, 116 entries
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Comments
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lol I loved this. I never really took into consideration what my tears may be thinking when they see that I was using them again. Used up alot recently, so now they're on vacation lol. Ok enough about me beig a cry baby, this was wonderfully written. i like the form you used. Very interesting and gave a feel of something falling...I take it that was on purpose...lol. The last lines made me laugh.
"It might be a cold season,
with some runny noses all bunched.
A box of tissues,
is the answer for such.
Or maybe it's a girl,
with a broken heart.
From seeing her guy,
with a trashy slut.
One day will come,
where i finally settle.
Or fall off a leaf,
just a tiny little"
Great use of sarcasm here. Keep up the excellent work, and hope to be reading much on your work.
May Your Muse Forever Inspire You...
K.V
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