A/N: Hello, and thank you for taking some time to read.
REMINDER: This is not written by me. I am a disclaimer. This piece of poetry is written by TheLaughingDreamer of deviantart.com
I would just like to share this to all of you, because in my part, it's quite true.
Awake on strong, black coffee drinks
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes
For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists
You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze
Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers
(Torn to pieces from inside
Tears are hidden by our pride)
A/N: Hope you liked it. Here's the link for more of her works: http://thelaughingdreamer.deviantart.com/
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Mirth And Misery
PoetryThis is where I stuff all my thoughts in. Some of the works are created by me while some are taken from others (I will put a disclaiming statement when I'll post something that isn't mine.) ~Poems ~Short Stories ~Songs ~Quotes ~And other stuff that...
