Martas poems for Monday, April 20, 2009

You, that like me go through life half empty half full, never asking the questions that would get you truth, content with existing, getting by, seemingly happy in the knowledge that you survive.... You, who have inhabited my heart for such a long time... since that day when we were torn apart by a fate that if there were justice should be damned. You, who I always go to in my mind when I need to escape from the busy world I live in and who I have adored, and for whom I have sinned. You, are... Sign in to see full entry.

T ears Tinny drops of salty water that show what our heart feels and sometimes come out when we least expect them to tell the world our heart is breaking Tears have the flavor of old wounds and new hurts, of happy thoughts and long good-byes they can be sweet and tender like a loving smile, or bitter and sad, like a cold windy day, We cry when we laugh. We cry when we pray. Tears are what make us human, what sets us apart from the rest because only we can feel the weight of a sigh, or believe... Sign in to see full entry.