Friday, March 30, 2007

The tear.

She rolled out of bed, and stumbled our of her room
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She ate her breakfast, and caught the bus
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She went to class, and pretended to listen
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She talked and laughed, surrounded by others
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She ate a meal, and pretended to pray
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She went out with her friends, and felt just as lonely
A single tear rolled down her cheek

They told her Jesus could fill her
A single tear rolled down His cheek.

2 comments:

Petruchio said...

You're waxing very poetic lately. If these are originals, I commend you. I was always jealous of people who could actually express themselves in poetry. sigh.....

Hartley

bethany the brave said...

dear amy:
your poetical thoughts surprise me, and yet they don't at the same time. perhaps you are just too humbly secretive about your many talents. i wish you would post more. you should come visit me.
love bethany.