A single tear, that's what fell,
But what matters most, is what it held.
All the sorrows of the world,
Trapped within that little eye.
The tear has been set free,
Allowed to let people see.
How someone could be so haunted,
And so very lost inside.
Though the tear came in anger,
It held all of the emotions.
I'm glad no one else will see,
All that that tear means to me.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
