old poem

[chiyo_chick]

 I was cleaning and I found this:

The same tear I shed for joy
Ran away from me.
I create more
But they don't feel the same.
I swallow my croaks
to hide,
But I'm still exposed/
My bottle that holds my emotions
Is crystal clear.

So I don't like too much of that. lol But I'm sure I'll find some way of rewriting it and improving on it.

Laundry time!