Black tears
My pen cries as I write.Wanting to explode but instead it just dots my "I".
Trying to stop, but I shake it twice.
It cant wait till I finish with the poem crying begging twice no three times.
But instead I just write.
Black tears that slice
The paper
Changing how it looks every tear
Waiting for another one to join.
My pen cries and so do I
Noticing the poem to an end.
I let my pen cry the last time then it runs out, i put it in my case.
Then I start to cry on my pillowcase.
Tears catch on where ever they go
Black, blue red or clear.
My tear oh so dear
Lands on the pillow.
Then another...
My pillow wet then crying as well
It catches on to evreyone.
Poetry by Courtney Marie Marion
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Written on 2009-01-31 at 02:39
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