Poetry by Brianna Lewis (best classic novels .TXT) 📕

But tears known as Silent Tears.

The heated tears always leave its mark behind

Reminding me that some things are better to be left in the past

And that there’s a present now for me, and a gift stored up known as future.

Words can’t express how I really feel but tears do

Even though persons may not know the reason behind my tears

The heavenly father above knows and understands exactly how I’m feeling.

But I shouldn’t question God, but it’s itching me to!

So here it goes….

Dear God why me?

Do I really deserve this?!?

Are you going to take me out of all my problems?

Because the tears are so overflowing

That I’m suffocating inside

I’m downing and I’m on the line to heaven.

My tears doesn’t make a sound, yet it’s so deadly.

That why it’s called silent tears because

When it comes out it’s like a knife

Stabbed against my back.

It opens my skin

Showing all what’s beneath

In black and White,

And when it’s all out

It doesn’t even bother to

Put everything back into place

It just leave me vulnerable

And expose to germs and bacteria.

And this “It” is referred to my Silent Tears. :”(

Publication Date: 04-18-2015

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Dedication:
To my mother and my little brother.