All my love in my heart,
Brings me just a tear that makes my eyes wet,
All my longing and fond memories find no words,
For my voice fades away into a dead dark silence,
Strange enough though,
Coz when the same tear dampens my pen,
On the sad paper of my life, a sweet little poem is born,
And when the tear dries up, the poem is so long gone,
So here I wait, again, for another tear,
For another poem to be written,
And to be painfully forgotten.
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