Tails of the lost and forgotten are weeping the nation. The tears drop then make a noise for the dogs to hear. Great #poems come from the minds of the different Popularity is a place where a strange person is unwelcome. Your heart is last thing I need from you. The things I realize are listed clearly for you to see.

Permanent scars from her fathers belt. Covered the needle scars from the night before. The hour on the clock struck 120 after suffering. The edge became closer. And the birds will sing. Sympathy from no one the next day. She cried on the lap of a shrink. Her tears flowed from her eyes for a good long while. She stood at the edge. And the birds will sing. Below was the grass And above was stool. The tears kept flowing, and her eyes turned red. Blood was dripping, a breath she took. The edge has fallen And the bird have sang.

There's No Love There's no love at the time of violent controversy. Blood is taken for a personal and national victory. People have hearts, but they're trained to hate. In war There's no love. There's no love in conflict between man and wife. Disintegrating lust, and boiling fuss. What once was great, is now a bust. In tragic divorce There is no love.l