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Teardrops


I remember how it began
with tempers flaring and heartache nearing
We were saying words never meant to be said
and now we’re hurting one another just because
we were too weak to face ourselves
We cry because we love
We cry because we care
But we forget that in this world
everything has a price
and that even teardrops aren’t free

I held your head in my arms
and I tried to caress the pain away
But no matter how much I wiped your eyes
or took back the words I said
I couldn’t stop you from hurting
and as pain creates pain
and suffering creates suffering
It becomes clear that we live in a world
where everything has a price
and even teardrops aren’t free

As I’m driving off into the distance
I can see you standing there waving
with the tears still fresh on your face
I try to remember every word we said
and I try to understand the price I’m paying
as I speed into the darkness of uncertainty
leaving pieces of myself behind
pieces that are mere tokens demanded by a world
where everything has a price
and even teardrops aren’t free

Now we’re miles apart my love
and I haven’t seen your face in years
but your pale blue eyes still haunt me
every night as I drift off to sleep
I hear you’ve moved on with your life
and that you’ve found another lover
one that only makes you smile
But I’m still crying my love
I’m still caressing the pain
and I’m still paying the toll claimed by this world
where everything has a price
and even teardrops aren’t free

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  • wow that really makes u think i like this poem =3


  • Mrs. C.
    December 22, 2008

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    you know ill never ask you..but this reminds of time we both fight to forget. a darker, uncertian day, a bond not yet fored in steel. forever, love, you hold my heart and soul.


  • muffin on a stick
    December 15, 2008
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    woah

    this is amzingly deep.

    i really like it

    and i can relate

    good write.