Tears on a pageA Poem by emilythestrange
" None of that, little madam" she says,
" I'll stop you reading altogether" she says Three kids and she still doesn't understand. Getting dressed in the bathroom, Big blue eyes, shiny blue tears, Nothing worse than wanting a hug from someone in a different country. I can hear her downstairs, Biting my lip so I don't cry again, Shaking hands, untidy mind. I don't want to seem emo, Or like my problems are bigger than yours, I just want someone to hold me, and call me sweetie and darling and chick pie. I want someone to ask what's wrong, I don't want to be that sad old poet, I just want to be me again, A girl who doesn't cry in her sisters bathroom, A girl who isn't just tears on a page. © 2013 emilythestrangeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 27, 2013 Last Updated on April 27, 2013 AuthoremilythestrangeThe Place that my Pen may take me, Scotland, United KingdomAboutAmateur writer, director, live-er, hair brusher, modern-living-girl, and brussel sprout eater, and cleaner. Professional poet, wonder-er, reader, imagin-eer, word user, weirdo, Nerdfighter, Danasaur,.. more..Writing
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