Because I could not ask for tears,
They did kindly ask for me.
Pause to ask, like tears do.
giggles are not heavy!
giggles are exceptionally friable.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the giggles,
Gently they go - the idle, the friable, the illuminated.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why aren't teardrops more soft?"
Are you upset by how thundery they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the teardrops so tawdry?
When I think of the sadness, I see a happiness.
Does the sadness make you shiver?
Does it?
YOU ARE READING
Dressed in all Black
PoetryA sharpened dagger stabbed in his heart, Ripping in two, ripping apart. It took only a few words, but her words cut him deep, Stealing emotions, making him weak. Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/sad_love/betrayal/
