Tears

[broken_wings113]

She cried today
That's what she said
She laid on the floor, and for you she bled.
She wondered how she could have been so blind
With bloodshot eyes and a shirt smeared red
There were so many things she didn't understand--didn't want to understand and the truth and the lies merged as one---taking over her mind.
She'd given so much and would give much more
Parts of herself---things she loved she just simply let go
Years of torment
Existence a living death
Loving...but that love was her ultimate regret
How could she have been so blind
How could she have let her feelings make her simply loose control
She'd created a fantasy
A make believe world
Where all she dreamed for---lies resounded in her every fiber...it's her source of life---light but it is deceit--nothing more nothing less.
But the truth--striking,ugly and plain eluded her
She'd never own it---she was deluded--poisoned by false hope
Dying from the very thing which chained her so!
She cried today
That's what she said
She laid on the floor, and for you she bled.
She wouldn't move on
Though she lives through pain
She will not rest
She never wants to dream again...
So by day and by night she waits
Licks her wounds
And she waits......
.......
and still with all her love
she waits
She'll cry tomorrow
And the day after that
She'd give up her life for the love which in reality has always been dead.
She cried today
That's what she said
As she looked into my identical eyes
Bloodshot and red.
A tear streaked face.
Wonded heart
Bloodstained shirt.
She sat on the dusty floor and for your love-with tears in my brown eyes... I sat there and....bled.

[MzPynkDymondz]

I really enjoyed that poem it hit a place in me where i have been so manymany times.

Excellent

[mr.rip]

and still with all her love
she waits
She'll cry tomorrow
And the day after that
She'd give up her life for the love which in reality has always been dead.
She cried today
That's what she said
As she looked into my identical eyes
Bloodshot and red.
A tear streaked face.
Wonded heart
Bloodstained shirt.
She sat on the dusty floor and for your love-with tears in my brown eyes... I sat there and....bled.



i love it all this is my favorite part.

[SAMARA]

The most interesting phrase to me in this whole poem of this woman is
she is crying for a love that was always dead.

sick.

give her a kick in the ass
and you a pat on the back.

nice drop.