My tears are real they fall they spill
They sit alone oh so still
T-is my heart they start to fill.
My tears are soft
Like gentle rain
Fogging up my heart with pain.
Scars from tears left behind on this tattered
Heart of mine
Tears begging for a place to stay
Falling on this summer’s day.
My tears are real
They fall they spill
As I am alone
Oh so still.
I really like this poem.
I have also written a poem
on my birthday kind of like
about my birthday. It's titled
Happy Birthday to me just in case
you want to go check it out if
you haven't already.
Once again, very awesome poem.
I feel like this a lot, especially
on important days.
~Abbey~