Brokenheart

by Ashley Groff   Jun 18, 2005


I see misty eyes in front of me
the tears spill down the cheeks
I try to stop them,
but I fail
I try to quell them,
but to no avail
Then I realize
who is crying
I look into the mirror
and the person is me
I am crying
my soul is dying
I am withering away
I am withering away to nothing but tears
that fall from no eyes
to tears that fall down no cheeks
but to tears that fall onto a
broken heart

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  • 18 years ago

    by Fluffy Cotton

    Wow. You have such a great idea with that poem and it creates a perfect picture in my head. All you need to do is focus on a rhythm. But seriously, your poem owns. Awesome job ^_^

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