Tears are often with me
Which can create a flood
It feels like I will never be free
As the dirt turns into mud
One or two or more
That falls or slides down
Happiness cannot be score
Even if I wear a gown
Its not forever that I know
But right now it will not stop
So I will let them continue to fall
Even if I need a mop
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Dry tears'poems
PoetryThis are poems that I try creating and there is a (most) likely chance that they suck. They can be confusing, sad or just plain stupid. It really just counts what mood I'm in, or what type of style that I want to make the poem. Warming: there is a...
