Tears run down cheeks
Which tell the tales of
many other tears
which have already made their
sorry meander
but each tear isn't enough
each tear tells the story
yet the tear can't fix the past
or change the future
just like i can't change what's happening
or how i don't want to feel
each tear is pointless, yet effortless,
the tear meaning nothing
to the person causing it
hoping [against hope]
that somehow everything will change
but it wont
and i'm foolish to even dream
so i cry
cry into oblivion
because surely there comfort will come.
Author notes
this poem is shit
and i couldn't be fucked with caps etc.
Comments
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i really really like this.
again a really good spoken word piece :]
well at least it seems spoken word to me
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