I dont remember the last time i cried
Probably when my grandpa died
First a shock, then the ride back home
On the bus full of people i couldnt cry
For the man that gave me this ironic name
Its funny how i couldnt cry for him
My eyeballs watered but they didnt shed
Not a drop of the pain i felt within
Then my grandmother, she used to care a lot
She cried for me when i broke my hand
A sudden heart attack, in the bus i stood
Wasnt for all those strangers, to cry i would
Then you!, for whom i cared so much
Just like my grandparents you couldn't see
Because you were gone almost in a rush
That morning you heart stopped beating for me
They're gone forever, just like you and I
And even though, i was willing to try
I almost wept, when their hearts stopped beating
Just like when yours did, almost made me cry
I hope i see y'all at the afterparty
Ive heard wine is allowed back there
We can finally get wasted and i can let them all out
The tears that show just how much i cared.
- Author: camelot ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2021 14:29
- Comment from author about the poem: What getting raised in an environment where i couldnt express my feelings will do to you. Also to my grandparents, im sorry i couldnt cry for you, and to the girl, im glad i didnt
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Comments1
I too, sadly
was born with ashen deserts for tear ducts, so I understand
feeling for people so strongly, that you know
will forever consider you, as ungratefully shallow..
thanks for sharing, such a poignant read
(I recommend that like me,
you always travel with a large towel, just in case
a day comes when that typhoon, accumulating in the back of our eyes
is let loose, without restraint..) lol
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