TEAR DROPS
Ezra Briscoe
Here comes the rain again With each drop I question Myself Lamenting and crying Why am I alone again Here comes the tears again Heart aching so badly it began To rain from above Wondering to myself Why has love forsaken This precious dove Here comes another broken heart Having no one but emptiness Having no one but sadness Having me sharing company With loneliness Pondering why has love fallen Apart Here comes the pain again Having me singing that sad song Trying to figure out what went wrong With teardrops running down my cheeks Rubbing me from my nightly sleep No more will I have love between the sheets Having me crying out Cupid draw back your bow And let your arrow flow And bring back to me Love again.
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shadowlinxxx morgan
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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