Teardrop
teardrop
tear falls
down my cheek
drip-drop sounds
I do not speak
teardrop
tear falls
down my face
my heart
lies broken
all over the place
teardrop
tear falls
on the ground
I lay there
ready to die
completely void
of drip-drop sound
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- About Liz Rose
- poem: blood washed(graphic)
- poem: i remember
- poem: tight rope
- poem: rise up
- poem: woman
- poem: i give
- poem: anger (slightly graphic)
- poem: daughter
- poem: silk
- poem: tongue
- poem: he knows me
- poem: teardrops
- poem: the end
- poem: stone cold heart
- poem: soul penetration
- poem: engulfing sea
- poem: flesh of a different tone
- poem: distance
- Poem: rain (haiku)
- poem: unforgiveness
- poem: the best gift-His gift
- poem: you can’t have me
- poem: “in love” is like…
- poem: I look to you
- Poem: Like Clockwork, a love letter
- poem: I AM
- poem: little twinkler
- Stories-ONE: In the beginning…
- Stories-TWO: Divorce and “Dear John” letters.
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