Tears slide down her face mockingly
Anxiously waiting to be wiped away..
Like a child knocking down toy soldiers
When they are too tired of play
The heart can only hurt so much
It then learns to forget or move on
She knows she will reach that point
When the last of her caring is gone
Frustration overwhelms her mindset
She's had way too much of the game
With a flick of her hands, she lets go
Pushing the last of toy soldiers away....
~THE FLOWING PEN~