Wish I have that
raised brow. Let alone eying the moon on the highs but up to your eyes. Neither do you let me down. You touch down the abyss seal the bottom of the sea before my teardrop falls down!
A rainbow is formed
By scattered sunlight in rain Beauty from teardrops.
My lazy muse went wandering around
When fallen into my knees, I astound A cute lady like a coloured teardrop Fallen from heaven an angel's eye drop. She sat silent on my lap, I wonder Shy or timid, what her cute mind thunder In bright red attire with black beauty spots An angel's love blot, my muse I forgot. O lady, from the garden of Eden Did you come with a tweet from the heaven? Or to tie my naughty mind on his seat And to teach me to taste nature at least . While my thoughts fly far away to the sky Tiny wings blossoms, ladybird soars high.
I was drowning
and you were the raindrops but somehow you were also the air that I needed to breath how it is I’ll never understand
For a moment I would stop
and gaze at the sunset; as the sun humbles itself, I still could not forget. For a moment I would stop and search for the moon; for the night is overwhelming, I hope it fades away very soon. For a moment I would stop and listen to my demons; different voices, different tones, they are hungry lions. For a moment I would stop and recall my past; what had happened? What was that blast? For a moment I would stop and realize my mistakes; I thought they would strengthen me, but anxiety is all they make. For a moment I would stop and overthink for a while; I could not sleep, the sheep had ran a mile. For a moment I would stop and do nothing, but sank; I feel nothing, am I nothing? 'Cause I feel like I'm blank. For a moment I would stop, hoping that this will all stop; because I'm too drained for another teardrop.
Have you ever had that moment when time stops and everything becomes cold and silent? It feels like your time is up and all you can do is to think about it over and over again.
Cloud’s hot teardrops fall,
Polluted lake swells and sighs, Dark waves lurk beneath!
zooming down from space:
it's a gleaming drop of tear; drying up too fast!
Each teardrop that falls
Carries away a piece of The love we once had
I don't like the title but I like the poem. It feels like the more I cry the farther apart we grow from eachother. Or rather, the further I get from my feelings for you, I have a feeling it might be the opposite for you.