Her tears fade the paper
As the ink begins to run
She'll find no peace inside her
Until her work is done
Her emotions hold her captive
As she writes with all her might
She struggles with her passion
Til late into the night
She has to tell her story
As she brushes away the stains
The poet keeps on writing
As her teardrops fall like rain
A heart that's once been broken
Will guide her skillful hand
She's writing from her emptyness
Hoping all will understand
She writes until she's hollow
Or her heartache finally relents
Her tears become her poetry
Each time the poet laments
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Her tears fade the paper
As the ink begins to run
She'll find no peace inside her
Until her work is done
Her emotions hold her captive
As she writes with all her might
She struggles with her passion
Til late into the night
She has to tell her story
As she brushes away the stains
The poet keeps on writing
As her teardrops fall like rain
A heart that's once been broken
Will guide her skillful hand
She's writing from her emptyness
Hoping all will understand
She writes until she's hollow
Or her heartache finally relents
Her tears become her poetry
Each time the poet laments