Below is the poem entitled Teardrops of sorrow which was written by poet
Kreth. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Teardrops of sorrow, stream down her face. As she thinks of tomorrow, and feels out of place.
Lies and infidelity, clouding her thoughts. She knows they were weaknesses, she could have fought.
As the one that she loved, slips slowly away. She lies to herself, saying she'll be okay.
Living her life, cold day after day. She'll one day break down, and quietly pray.
"Help me dear father, in heaven above. Help me be strong, and teach me to love. "
"Show me my worth, and my light that's inside. Give me my courage, and rebuild my pride. "
A hollow dark hole, sits in place of her heart. Cause her values and morals, have all fall'n apart.
What once was a sweet, and innocent girl. Is now lost and lonely, consumed by this world.
She'd sacrifice anything, just to fit in. Sacrifice everything, and give in to sin.
Loved ones may forgive her, but they'll never forget. She's strayed far from her path, but they won't give up yet.
Holding her hand, they'll help her get through. But it won't change the fact, that she was untrue.
She damaged the heart, of a very good man. Did things that he, just can't understand.
Now I have no doubt, she loved him to death. But love's just a word, mumbled under our breath.
For actions have always, spoke louder than words. And hate is the sound, most commonly heard.
If you don't like the feelings, expressed in these lines. Then cover your ears, and cover your eyes.
For a bitter cold boy, wrote down this letter. But he wrote it to say, that he's doing better.
Lying awake, in the mid of the night. He smiles and says, "I'm doing alright. "
Floating away, on an ocean of memories. He piles up the sand, to block off his enemies.
Moving along, he hopes she's okay. But he won't let the thoughts of her, get in his way.
Lying awake, likely miles apart. They each fall asleep, with a hand on their heart.
For life is a Story, often painful to tell. But sleep sweet tonight, for they're both doing well.