--- A poem I wrote awhile back for a friend very close to me. I showed it to her, but never with the intention of her knowing it was about her. Our relationship has grown even further since I last wrote this, so some situations may not apply any longer, but it is still true nonetheless.
An ode to the tears I cry
That are not my own
But invade my eyes bountifully
Jarred open with time
Her's flowed into mine
And I accepted them all willingly
I've not yet seen her tears
She claims that she has none
Bt I've cried them myself numerously
If not for the tears
I wouldn't be able
To hold her into life as se sleeps
She shrugs his hurt off
But I hold her still
In my arms she silently weeps
She tells me she's fine
But I feel no better
So she must be lying to me
YOU ARE READING
The Bleeding Pen
PoesíaThis is a book of my poetry. I plan on adding a lot to it. I may even add more poetry than stories even. I'm actually adding ALL of my poems to it, but I will post my poems individually at first for a couple of days before I add it to this story gro...
