Tears, by hidden
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Tears
tears of acid, tears that stain
tears that burn, tears of pain
tears flow freely
wile emotions run high
tears fought dearly
on a final goodbye
tears reveal
a blackend heart
had become twisted
from the start
all these tears
and all these fears
trace back to you
to the hell you put me through
this blackend heart
needs a friend
someone on which
it can depend
someone that will care
enough to show
enough to wipe away the tears
enough to share
someone the'll help
that wants you safe
that doesn't want you hurt
that'll keep pace
I want that friend as much as you
to share what we have all been through
but fact is that friend can't exist
we all have to make do
with you |
| Posted: 2005-11-14 20:19:51 UTC |
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| 2005-11-14 20:20:40 | hidden |
| Tears are droplets of flesh burning acid.
Peeling and revealing the bone deep ugliness of a savagely torn and decaying, black heart.
A river of blood gushes and seeps over the exposed screaming skin, of a broken spirit.
Deep protruding wounds that will leave hideous scars of fractured trust and repeatedly crushed dreams.
Tears are droplets of flesh burning acid, which smoulder and shrivel any rays of pure hope.
thats the origonal poem by a friend of mine. I just wrote that in answer |
| 2005-11-17 22:49:22 | Faith |
| I hate tears too... crying always gives me a headache and then i feel worse than i did before i started. It's a good poem... i like it! |
| 2005-11-21 20:28:03 | Amy Mc |
| Jesus is the best friend we'll have. even though we all sin he forgives us. he washes us in his blood. besides "who is without sin throw the first stone". and they all leave. thats how i see it.
I know how you feel but i can stand on both sides. I tried to give someone my heart. everything i ever did was wrong. and so it wasn't good enough. i could of tried my best to be a friend. but I was always a failure of some sort in this life. trying hard to do right but always being imperfect always saying i'll try harder this time. and nothing i ever did was good enough for this friend who was truely never a friend at all. never even talking to me. so if i was such a terrible friend then why was i the only one trying to be friendly. but i think your poem rocks |
| 2005-11-21 20:42:20 | hidden |
| Sorry in no mood or time of my life to convert to the masses. Some peple can be like that, always want more. Best to leave them alone. And thanks for the coments all |