RiversA Poem by Dream Weaver
Rivers of tear drops running dry, can you show me how to cry, as this grown man begs and pleads, a little love is all he needs, please won’t you try. Twenty years of solitude, always smiling never rude, beneath his soul a gaping hole, kept so quiet and subdued. Does life exist after a broken heart, or does it heal with a brand new start, someone tell me that its so, its too much pain to let it show, while I fall apart.
© 2010 Dream WeaverAuthor's Note
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