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Eloida Capuno


A Bucket For Your Tears


i am not perfect, that is a given
i do not cry at funerals
i do not sing praises even when
everyone gushes
i rarely smile at strangers even if
they mean well
i smirk at the sight of teens and their
pdas
i am never patronizing
almost cold as ice
heartless you can call me that
yes i can own up to nearly every
fault, i don't mind

but when it comes to you i
make a 360 degree turn
docile as a child
ready to listen to your endless whimpers
a bucket for your tears

Submitted: Saturday, October 01, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 01, 2011

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  • Rookie Madan M (2/28/2012 8:04:00 AM)

    i am not perfect, that is a given
    i do not cry at funerals
    i do not sing praises even when
    everyone gushes
    i rarely smile at strangers even if
    they mean well
    a poem touch a soft (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,419 Points Luis Estable (10/1/2011 5:10:00 AM)

    A good poem this is that could have the taste of being one of sadness bu this is not one of that character.

    I think you did well with the honesty here. You don`t do this or that but it comes to that person, well, very truthful in the feeling expressed.

    I give you high arks for this one; I like it! (Report) Reply

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