A poet's cry is heard through her written words.
Unwillingly, she cries on crumpled papers hoping someone will find them in time and save her.
With tears flowing, she'll deny her cries because she's to proud to ask for a helping hand.
Her tears will show she can love, fight and care for you,
But bewilder your mind and her written words.
She won't cry in public, because it will show she has a weakness.
She will argue if she knows she's right.
A poets cry is loud screeching in the mind, like temples pounding.
It is laughed about in friendly circles and humiliated in non-constructive criticism.
It is looked upon as a stepping stone for happy repercussion,
And dreamed about, wholeheartedly in slumber.
Grasping for some happiness, she is now re-assured that her sadness is over..
Unwillingly, she cries on crumpled papers hoping someone will find them in time and save her.
With tears flowing, she'll deny her cries because she's to proud to ask for a helping hand.
Her tears will show she can love, fight and care for you,
But bewilder your mind and her written words.
She won't cry in public, because it will show she has a weakness.
She will argue if she knows she's right.
A poets cry is loud screeching in the mind, like temples pounding.
It is laughed about in friendly circles and humiliated in non-constructive criticism.
It is looked upon as a stepping stone for happy repercussion,
And dreamed about, wholeheartedly in slumber.
Grasping for some happiness, she is now re-assured that her sadness is over..
11/14/10 amorlesslis
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