Fighting For It

This is just gonna be where I post all of the poems that I write on here. I also put them on my dA (Cenitopius.Deviantart.Com) and my Facebook for those of you who already have it.
This series would probably have been called 'A Little Bit of Poetry' if it weren't for the fat that Fighting For It (101) was so descriptive of the whole series in it's name that I had to use it here as well.


37. Dry Eyes

It's strange and somewhat ironic that when you cry your eyes go dry once the the tears stop coming through,
Like the wish 'let something be different' and the fear you might actually cry me a river leads to something new.

And the odd, moronic, diaphonic things that we cry,
We yell to the tired old ears of the sky.
You'd wonder that the hundredth time it's booming voice would lure,
'You'll cream today and smile tomorrow, I've seen it all before,'
But the sky is sympathetic to all your tired throat's cries,
It sits and listens, sits and listens, listens 'till it dies.

Promise me, by the end of this we'll both have Dry Eyes.

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