Diary Of The Pain

Another tear falling down her face
Plentiful once more like the rain
Swirling and splashing upon the page
In this diary of the pain

Empty pages being filled once more
Until crying eyes can weep no more
No need for a pen to scribe inside
She writes with tears from her eyes...her eyes

No paper here, no lines to trace
She has her parchment, it is her face
No need to hide her words away
This is her diary of the pain...the pain

There is no cover or end you see
It's just her feelings that have come to be
No seems that bind or crease apart
This is the story of her heart...her heart

~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-12-04

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