Title: Teardrops
By: Bruce
Hackmann
I keep trying to find
my inspiration
Since my object of
desire has gone
I know something
inside has died
For now, my passion
sings a different song
I feel dancing on my teardrops
As I methodically
search inside
I rummage for that pure
ardent feeling
Sadly, my emotions run
and hide
With this the
imagination
Has diminished
I am left
Standing
Standing
Looking
Like a weak empty
shell
I just wish she would
dance around my teardrops
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