January 7, 2012
Tears roll out of my eyes,
and fall upon the brown earth,
Mine tears as blue as ocean skies.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
over each dimple,
and crash at my feet.
The journey of a tear,
slow but fast paced,
but they live without fear.
They roll out of my eyes,
rocket down my pale face,
falling, crashing, they die.
Oh why must they die,
the death of a tear is sad,
if only they could fly.
They would soar off my face,
and glide into the air,
at such breathtaking pace.
Things that leave my eye,
no hope for the poor little tear,
but all good things die

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TheEldritchPrince said...
Jan. 22, 2012 at 12:22 pm
That's... sad. But in a way, hopeful. As long as one doesn't have to cry, one doesn't have to kill tears. Beautiful, and keep up the good work!
andrewbishop replied...
Jan. 22, 2012 at 12:24 pm
thanks, this was inspired more to the loss of a very good friend that i had.. she was like a sister to me. but i see it as now she is in a better place, that knows no hate and violence, only love and peace
livelovesmile said...
Jan. 22, 2012 at 12:04 pm
Beautifully communicated! great job and keep writing its a great way to document your emotions and keep them leveled.
andrewbishop replied...
Jan. 22, 2012 at 12:07 pm
thanks :), i really appreciate the positve comments :)
andrewbishop said...
Jan. 12, 2012 at 3:55 pm
i am a poet that needs some positive reenforcement.. tell me wat u think of this
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