Weeping Heart
Two eyes and One heart
Both weep and cry out
But the heart remains parched
While the eyes leaves dampened
Eyes could never lie
Eyes could be seen
Yet heart remains hidden
That makes it left alone and unseen.
Treasures are hidden in the sea.
Where the bottom is gloomy.
Cold and abandoned.
And ignored by the fishes.
How sad it must be
to weep alone in your room.
Where the sole thing you hear.
Is the sound of your breathing.
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The Independent Letter
PoetrySelf made poem for those who've always been so independent and never asked for help to anyone, hoping that one day they would see your struggles and problems.
