Hear the nonexistent pin drop
Soundless on the floor
In this blissful peaceful place,
Sneak glances at the hands
Of weary ticks and too slow tocks,
This is where the silence lies
Creeping slowly on wings of time,
Occasionally sleep bows its head down
Onto crossed arms, into unconsciousness.
Oh how infuriating boring silence is:
A hushed dialogue, finger to the lip
The increasing tap of fingernails to the table
Hoping time would somehow fly
And yet here I am
Pen flying across paper in an attempt
To relieve boredom and kill time,
I really wish time would speed up
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Tears Of The Rose
PoesíaA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
