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"Tears Like A River"
by Sharon B.
copyright 08-15-2001


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
Tears Like A River

How many times we've talked in heated moments,
ever wishing we could retract our speach,
but in the end our words are gone from sight,
no longer in our reach.

Flowing down like diamond rings
from your tender cheeks may be,
The very reasons your heart feels pain
like a river flowing free.

The tear drops of life accumilate
and simplify your earthly pains,
drawn on cyber paper you hear
the splatter of these empty stains.

Covering the multitude of your mind,
and all that lives to tant your wretched soul,
like mountains of flesh, resting in wait,
for hidden treasures, words on paper like pure gold.

You wake up from this empty thought
of things both great and small,
when slowly on the blood stained floor,
you began to fall.

My body fresh with death, to cry no more,
no utter, not even a sound,
As my spirit leaves the body still,
and off, it's heaven bound

So cold now the touch of me
has disappeared in the air,
And you alone, to face your punishment
of killing me with words you bare.

Whoever said words can't kill,
when the heart is broken from impartation.
Those finger presses of letters design,
bring death, dis-ease, and salvation.

With words of bitter cold,
some took my very last breath.
Sucked from my very loins,
your love, Happiness,and even perfect health.

Now here you stand, caressing yourself with deep groans of distress,. you are afraid.
Though I are gone, and my life ended,
you fear with your life you have paid.

How I wish things could change,
oh sweet one, can we ever bring back the past?
No..To late my love,
no turning back the hands of time,
for what we speak will last.


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04-01-2001 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Heh, and he yells when I am quiet, thinking what it is I truly wish to say. I never blow my top and say things before I think. (Not that I can remember anyway.) He gets so angry when I'm quiet. I tell him, I'm trying to figure out what I'm feeling, I'll talk about it when I have it all sorted out. I resorted to letter writing with him, so I can read and analyze what I say and make sure it can't be taken the wrong way. I know how deeply his words cut, and I'd never want to do that to anyone.




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