Memoirs Of A Crying Darling

My Crying Darling

She thought her tears were kept safe within four corners of her wall. She tried to dry her tears. She tried to stop it from flowing to her rosy cheeks. She tried to stop her tears from dampening her pages which she wrote on. She always tried to write happy stories and think happy thoughts and to adumbrate the future that may or may not await her. I saw her weeping last night and I knew the agony she was in. I approached her in a gentle, playful manner, because she was so precious to my heart and I wanted to hold her in my arms. Oh I love her so much . A place in my heart will always be hers...