Tears

 Tears roll down my face.

                      They don't stop.

                   They keep pouring from my eyes.

                   The puddle is getting deeper,

                   Soon i'll drowned in my own tears.

 

 

Author's Note

this is an old poem. it is really short, i could have swore i wrote this to be longer, i probably do have a longer version of this somewhere in my room.

Reviews

[eMelody]

I think we all said that to ourselves and this poem is kinda like the reincarnation of that prose, i like it.

[Rachel]

well i am glad you liked it.