Tears
They can't come
No more
I've had it
I can cry at useless esteems
But I'm not leaking
Like a lonely
Drip drip
Faucet
When
I should make such emotion
My face
Is etched in stone
I feel empty
So I stare
Statue
Oh statue
When will you break off
Your pedestal
And be with us again
Because your stone
Reminds me of a grave
That whispers it's words
Here Rests
Here rests nothing
That's one grave tho
The one I made up
And again
I make
Another factory
Good for me
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
