When your tears don't fall,
They just hang around,
In the corner of your eye,
Playing out,
All the thoughts in your head,
Which should be dead,
Instead of making new tears for you...
In the corner of your eye,
Playing out,
All the thoughts in your head,
Which should be dead,
Instead of making new tears for you...
Your throat feels thick,
And your tongue can't lick,
The top of your mouth,
Cause your lips tremble,
The words can't escape,
As they've lost all faith,
In the world; they're too scared to go into...
The world is still,
As you're wondering,
If someone noticed you choke inside.
Some shuffling, some hovering,
As they're passing you by.
Then somebody, stops a second to see,
You sitting crouched aside.
He keeps a hand,
By your shoulder's side,
You feel the tear slide...
Cause you're a human inside.
Note: This one is dedicated to the friend I've never seen.
And your tongue can't lick,
The top of your mouth,
Cause your lips tremble,
The words can't escape,
As they've lost all faith,
In the world; they're too scared to go into...
The world is still,
As you're wondering,
If someone noticed you choke inside.
Some shuffling, some hovering,
As they're passing you by.
Then somebody, stops a second to see,
You sitting crouched aside.
He keeps a hand,
By your shoulder's side,
You feel the tear slide...
Cause you're a human inside.
Note: This one is dedicated to the friend I've never seen.
Hmmm.. food for thought
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!! Couldn't help reading it again and again and again! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. The first poem I published, so I'm glad you liked it.
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