Author's Note: Had inspiration for this after I cried during break cos' of Math paper...Oh wells. You won't get to know who this poem is dedicated to anyways...I'm really heartbroken. I want to forget this...
------------------- Tears of Heaven.
Crying, Soft, quiet tears of sorrow, In the cold, unfeeling season of icy winter, A pain drifts in my empty, stoned heart, A pain; Only you can cure.
Weeping, Pitter, patter, The gentle drips of snow, Each flake diversed, Melts into the summer heat, Streams down my face; And fades back to white snow.
Sobbing, The incessant screams of my soul, I longed for love, Not for pain; The world gave all to you; But nothing to me.
Tearing, Remember, Those tiny, crystal tears from my eyes? Those thousand tears I've cried, Not a drop, Have you wiped, From my eyes.
Longing, Oh, how I've longed, To feel the warmth of your embrace, To feel the touch of your lips, But thine sweet heavens deny!
Not a day have I ceased to forget, You left, With a damned drat note I got, Just remember, You won't get to see those tears I cried.
{c} NANA.Monde.emo poète société.}
NO RIPPING.
The Poet
Hullos, Lacrith here.
011194, she's still writing her poems till she dies.
She's in love with literature, music and art.
Listen, she detests rippers.
Once rippers have been found, she shall put a password over this blog,
And the culprit will be caught. Beware.
Currently short on muse, pardon her for the meagre updates on this blog.At the moment, she'sdying of pain.
Author's Note: Had inspiration for this after I cried during break cos' of Math paper...Oh wells. You won't get to know who this poem is dedicated to anyways...I'm really heartbroken. I want to forget this...
------------------- Tears of Heaven.
Crying, Soft, quiet tears of sorrow, In the cold, unfeeling season of icy winter, A pain drifts in my empty, stoned heart, A pain; Only you can cure.
Weeping, Pitter, patter, The gentle drips of snow, Each flake diversed, Melts into the summer heat, Streams down my face; And fades back to white snow.
Sobbing, The incessant screams of my soul, I longed for love, Not for pain; The world gave all to you; But nothing to me.
Tearing, Remember, Those tiny, crystal tears from my eyes? Those thousand tears I've cried, Not a drop, Have you wiped, From my eyes.
Longing, Oh, how I've longed, To feel the warmth of your embrace, To feel the touch of your lips, But thine sweet heavens deny!
Not a day have I ceased to forget, You left, With a damned drat note I got, Just remember, You won't get to see those tears I cried.
