Idle Teardrops In Vain
A drop dripped
Upon my pillow
Staining it with dew
My heart had withered
With thoughts of you
Cast away as trash
Separated and torn
Burned on an open fire
These ashes swept away
Now blowing through the wind
Drifting into space
My desires for you have been
Replaced
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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