Tears my faithful friend Tears I will rely on until my end My heart is simply doing its job My soul is paying by making me sob
By Josephine Staples6 years ago in Poets
I’d be happier if I lost my ability to speak The embarrassment and memories are leaving me weak To never again say the wrong thing
I have an idea I have a new thought I finally found The one thing I sought I’ve been inspired To create something new
Once before in a time that does not exist A Queen sat alone on a throne and began to reminisce She pondered old smiles And reviewed dead feelings