dusty tears
behind those eyes
once green now dark
like tunnels into an empty soul
she'll realize that time has flown
and taken its course
and she is alone
the day is done and she is alone
until the night gets cold
as she lays to rest
when her eyes start to close
and she’s doing her best
to block out the sound of the ticking clock
that slowly makes its way around
never stops
tick
tock
tick...
drifting into a relaxing sleep
no one to yell no one to scream
sailing so far away
so quiet and ever so sweet
nightmares erased come morning with the sun
she’ll wish her dreams became reality
but then again, doesn’t everyone














Comments
i like it
the words flow along smoothly and the imagery..nice job carrie
keep it up
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"He who cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven." Thomas Fuller
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Spend some quality time with the demon of mine;
I like the way you struggle, but you know Im here to win.
Spend some quality time with my borrowed smile;
The gleam is replaced, rip me open and erase me
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This is not a signature.
so smoothy a poem has to be
verry toutching..
I love it, yes I do!
+fav!!!
tock
tick bit ...excellenty ...yeah imagery ....i see
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I'm nice. Honest. I have the heart of a little girl
in a jar
on my desk - Stephen king
My Manifesto
Anyways, good job goose. <3
maybe you could write something happy for a change...
perfect flow and wonderful images and emotion - i love it!!!
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we live thinking we will never die.
we die thinking we had never lived.
cut it out.
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