Dry-Eyed SorrowsA Poem by Breezie KaeWritten in 8th grade.With every time you won’t say a thing, you leave me hanging on by a strand of a gentle smile. And a smile back. A moment’s connection, but then it all disappears into a cold, empty mist. And what about the connection of eyes? Starting to see it was pretty one-sided. And never will our hands connect, or lips, or hearts, or minds, just daydream in my mind. And I see you are just another never-was-and-never-will-be. Just a little more nothingness to pile on this nothing life. And with another dry-eyed night, the tears that I just cannot cry, just like then. What I used to envy, but now I know: Dry eyes are worse than tears, just collecting the moisture to release it later, like a waterfall of sorrows pouring on the cheeks you made bright red. Just like then. And this isn’t about you anymore. © 2010 Breezie KaeReviews
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