Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left
That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry
That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left
That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry
That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her
Sylvia Plath
Request permission to use this poem