Would of, should of
Left you, at the store,
Because knowing you are here
Tears start popping everywhere,
Just by knowing that you’re there.
No, I’m not that sad at all,
These are only backed up tears,
For the Kleenex in the drawer.
I don’t know why,
But Kleenex always
Make me cry,
So, just helping
The economy along.
Literature’s RoseThat flowersIn our darkestAnd happiest hours!The white SwanThat sees us thruThe inner tragediesThe feelings,That prose coversIn a completelyDifferent manner.
Best if left untouched,We are such complicated beings,We need so desperately to be loved,That sometimes these chocking feelings,Just appear, and hurt so much,Being tears, our only crutch.
They have Intuition,Far beyond what’s real.
Where you come fromWhere you have your home,An yet, I have learnedTo love you by your wordsBy the feelings shown,I keep you in my heartWhere this love was born,Said the strangerTo a poem,Written by author,Unknown.
My blood runs where,I want it not,Not hearing even,One soft word,Makes me so nervous,I turn to tears,And I start spinning,Like a million Spheres.Where have you gone?Where are you now?I cannot see you,I don’t know how?I will survive,Without you nearFor you’re to meSo very dear!
Pleasure to few,But that is what I do,I speak my mind,Do you?
