A tear drops
Before I could make it stop
Painful teardrops
Then they go away
With all my pain.
But a scratch
Leaves behind a mark,
And a wound,
Leaves a scar
YOU ARE READING
Running from reality
PoetryI write better than I speak. Poetry that speaks to the soul, flows from the endless fountain that is my heatt
Seven
A tear drops
Before I could make it stop
Painful teardrops
Then they go away
With all my pain.
But a scratch
Leaves behind a mark,
And a wound,
Leaves a scar
