Thursday, May 13, 2010

Tears Of Broken Dreams


















Its broken
its saline
its warm
when it flows down.
It hurts
its unsaid
its quite
but it screams out.
It has no color
it means nothin'
its so worthless
its a waste.
It doesn't have to be
it leads no where
its a sign
of disappointment
and of fears.
It shows no hope
its end of the way
its a shadow
of the dark grave.
It asks for mercy
it begs to survive
it comes for love
it goes when die.
Its a pity
its a pain
it cries inside
with a stitched smile.
Its broken
its silent
it has no color
its a sign
its a waste
its a shadow
its a pity
its a love
its a disappointment
its a pain
its unseen
its my tears
of broken dreams.

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