A tear made from a little eye, who's eye may this have fallen from, but a child no younger then I, lost in a world of pain and doubt right after a drought.. it looks as if she's been crying for hours, all her eyes do is just wonder, like she's looking for a place without worry and dread, till suddenly she dropped dead, like she found that place... And never came back.. And to this day.. She still lies in that puddle of tears, that never clears!
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ПоэзияI just write random poems when I have time.. thought I'd write them down somewhere... let me know what you think!! p.s. do not steal or commit plagiarism with my poems! feel free to share but please do not use in ur books or part of another poem! th...
