Tears

When the melancholy heart breaks apart,
Which is the saddest of them all
And to the heart, sorrows pierced like darts,
Rained down the tears of a doll>

So full of sorrow
And the mystics that lies in the morrow
Is happiness the mysterious wonder?
Or is it happiness waiting to plunder?
What is this painful madness
I wonder whether it is the sadness?
I wait in the shadows of darkness
For that is my only weakness
to wait and cry, move never
Until one day, I go to sleep forever.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Lot of emotional upheaval on this page, very sad read.

'So full of sorrow
And the mystics that lies in the morrow
Is happiness the mysterious wonder?'

It is painful madness at times...good read.

[Yellow Butterfly]

What is this painfull madness
I wonder whether it is the sadness..

These two lines hit me like a lightening bolt out of the skies....

A gut wrenching write one of which I can relate too...

Very well written...

[Clive D Costa]

Thank u very much.

[Harley Rose]

I love it! Though is there supposed to be a > after 'dolls'? It flows nicely... I enjoyed reading it.

[Clive D Costa]

thank u and no that is not supposed to be there