A thousand tears I'll cry
Before I let the pool of sorrow dry
A thousand days I'll mourn
Burning hot from the scorn
Of a friend turned foe
Soaking my heart in woe
A thousand little red lines
To remind me of the failures of my life
A thousand days I'll silently call your name
For it all to be in vain
For my heart to fall into despair
While you go on without a care
A thousand days I'll reminisce
On all the memories I will miss
A thousand hours I'll remain silent
Thoughts in a place of violence
A misguided heart broken
It's last cries going unspoken
A thousand days I'll try
To feel as if I'm not about to die
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
