TearsA Poem by BiroPen
Falling to pieces on the bedroom floor,
Keeping my tears behind closed doors. Making sure that no-one can hear, No-one can see or sense my fear. Hiding it away all day in sight, Only to let go alone at night. Never to be relieved or given a hand, So on the cold floor in tears I land.
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Added on December 2, 2013 Last Updated on December 2, 2013 |