Tears




In this quiet house
in my own
restless night

touch me and
I'll cry like a baby
weighted down
by memories
too heavy to carry
leave me alone
please

it's time for tears




Poetry by ZARIFE DEMIR
Read 846 times
Written on 2010-01-19 at 14:10

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text



Tears have a way of releasing something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue; we fall in love with ourselves to heal.

Honesty at its best and love at it's purest!
2010-02-09



very sentimental piece..
love the analogy 2 that of a baby.
nicely written.
-killy
2010-01-19