Tears
I hate my tears, they make me weak
But it's all I can do when I cannot speak
I cry until my whole body shakes
Until it hurts to breathe and my head starts to ache
The tears fall down and drench my cheeks
My face turns red, I look like a freak
Inside my head my thoughts come fast
They will not let me forget the past
So I lie in bed crying, until sleep takes me
And I pray that tomorrow my tears won't once again break me
Not sure what inspired this poem or what was making me cry at the time but that's ok. I know I must of been crying when I wrote it because it does a very good job of discribing exactly how I look and feel while crying. It's also a fairly desent poem. It's got a couple of those good word choices lines .
But it's all I can do when I cannot speak
I cry until my whole body shakes
Until it hurts to breathe and my head starts to ache
The tears fall down and drench my cheeks
My face turns red, I look like a freak
Inside my head my thoughts come fast
They will not let me forget the past
So I lie in bed crying, until sleep takes me
And I pray that tomorrow my tears won't once again break me
Not sure what inspired this poem or what was making me cry at the time but that's ok. I know I must of been crying when I wrote it because it does a very good job of discribing exactly how I look and feel while crying. It's also a fairly desent poem. It's got a couple of those good word choices lines .
posted by Em at 7:08 PM
3 Comments:
I love this poem. Except for the freak part. I don't know why. It just tickles me the wrong way.
Yeah I agree, but thats the only word that I could come up with. And plus its true because I look pretty damn ugly when I cry.
Thanks for the comment.
Just wear a lot of mascara and cry. That makes any girl hot when she cries.
You're welcome.
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