Womens silent tears. How many tears have been shed, because of few words said, by voices low and deep, how many more must weep, withhold them, they cannot keep, down faces very pale, through grief; the silent wail, battling emotions, they fail, yet inside they harden, though they beg for pardon, hearts locked up by wardens, who really has the key? A lioness all will see, selflessly, protects her family, yet inside a mouse, rocking numbly in her house, always pining for her spouse, those escaping little tears, exposing all her fears, subjecting her to jeers, but her souls strong, though they do her wrong, shell bite her willing tongue, bottled in her head. Many more tears shed, ringing her eyes with dread, underneath they simmer, resolving with a glimmer, blurring smiles with a shimmer, they fall without sound, fresh throughout the rounds, pacing the same ground, so soft she was made, but, she must stand brave, his mercy does she crave, Womens silent tears. ❢ ๓ұ ❣
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 14:23:13 +0000
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