tears
i weep tears out of me
out of my lacrimal sea
the river of painful smart
directed from the heart
float away in the swamp
fill my brain with damp
deep down in the real me
there is a shine of thee
Labels: poems 3
there is something of nothing in me, that's quite a lot. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- nothing is more important than nothing. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- i graduated primary school, but all i had to know i learned in the kindergarten (robert fulghum). -+-+-+-+-+-
Labels: poems 3
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