A Single Tear
A single tear slid down my cheek,
as the silent days,
turned into lonely weeks.
How many times can a heart be broken,
before it fails to mend,
or is it so forgiving, that it goes on,
loving until the very, very end.
Tango.
Poetry by Tango
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Written on 2009-08-22 at 09:44




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