Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔

7th Poem: Silent Tears

Nobody seems to see,

my silent tears.

They all see me,

but not how I feel.

I guess I'm just too hard to read,

or maybe I just hide too much.

Honestly, I have no clue.

I am upset,

crying as I type.

But, of course, as the title says,

they are silent tears.

Originally, this poem was a song.

So now I guess I'll share

what I had intended to share,

a song I made up in the car,

on my way 'home.'

~To the tune of Hold Each Other by A Great Big World ft. Futuristic~

(Keep in note that since I made this up on my drive home I do not remember the lyrics word for word, so some of this I am making up right now.)

I miss the times I used to swim,

all the time swimming consumed.

I miss the people I talked to

Like ohhh.

I was stopped from my swimming,

I'm dead inside can't you see?

I don't know when I'll be free 

Like ohhh.

It crashed into me like a boulder,

Making my heart start getting older.

When the days go by and the nights get a little bit

closer,

I clutch my pillow.

I clutch my pillow.

I clutch my pillow, 

mmm.

Everything is different now,