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Teardrop
April 20, 2011
A tear rolls down my face,
And drops down to the floor,
As it just sits there,
A puddle forever more.
More roll down,
But very few drop,
I don't know why,
But I can't stop.
I sob and sob,
With my shoulders shaking,
From this dream,
I know I'm not waking.
I know it's not a dream,
Because it feels so real,
It's raw emotion,
That I feel.
I want to wake up,
But I'm already awake,
It was my heart,
That he came to break.
© Michelle B., Blairsville, GA
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