silent tears

Learn more about other poetry terms

The silent tears roll down my face Soon a fire takes their place My eyes look up with murder and hate My skin a cold and pale slate Your hand that reaches out for mine And gently coaxes the angry cat
I'm not a big crier  Never was  The tears never came  But I as set my eyes upon The words and lines The people bore their hearts and souls into  I cry  I cry for the unfairness of the world
Subscribe to silent tears