Not one drop to spare.
The time has ticked by in a slowed race and it's still here.
Poured out over and over so dry and bare.
Shoulders slumped, eyes heavy downcast, in despair.
Poured out there's nothing left, why even ask?
Tired from crying, heart breaking, silence is best.
Poured out. Poured out.
None left to share.
The realization of the failure looms in the air.
Poured out for the last time.
There is always an ending no matter what the rhyme.
Poured out.
Poured out.
Poured out.
"I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking" -Wizard of Oz
2 comments:
who wrote the poem sis? Are you trying to send me into a depression? i love you!
i feel ya. i feel ya.
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