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Jun 2016
I've lost my ability to cry with my heart
Hot stingy tears roll down my warn cheeks
Yet there is no real feeling behind them
The tears flow until they see fit to stop
But I feel nothing for them
I can put the emotion behind it that I wish
But nothing real
It doesn't feel like real emotion filled tears
I can smile when they fall
I can put on a sad face as they drip
I can look angry as the run down my neck
Yet I can't feel they're meaning
Its like my heart told me to cry
But forgot to inform my brain of the reason
I'm frozen and unfeeling
I'm broken and a empty shell
That Girl With The Notebook
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That Girl With The Notebook  Queens
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   Ariel Baptista
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