The Teardrop
 
Rounded and wet,
It follows a trail
Of misery and regret,
The dust turns to mud,
As the love unravels
slowly
with the pain of vanished memories
It travels down the hill,
And drops off the edge,
Now it's falling
Ever faster,
Towards the gravity of
heartache
Ever faster
The teardrop falls
Into the famished soil
And though I know
our love
Has gone to bring forth flowers,
As nurture to the soil
slowly,
though the colors will die
The petals will fall
And the mud will turn
to
dust.

By Skedaddler

© 2009 Skedaddler (All rights reserved)

 

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