TEARS
~ Allison
The soft petals fall from my eyes,
the thorns of pain burn my face,
weeping brings sorrow,
and sorrow brings weeping.
Just like a flower changes
into different phases,
we as people do the same.
From a new budding love,
to a dreading death of loneliness.
People weep for what they need,
miss,
care for,
but like me,
I weep for what I can't have again...
bring back.
I want to experience all the sweet parts.
soft eyes,
slight touch,
sweet caress,
warmth and comfort,
luscious deep kisses,
I beg for all the meaningful things...
that I so dearly miss inside.
I will not obtain these feelings again,
because of the other's feelings.
I hurt to hear that they are hurtin
They weep
I weep.
They do not understand...
I do not understand.
I only wish that I could
see all that there is
see what he and I could be missing.
Iam willing to hear all
try to understand all
and take it all in,
but for now,
for the time being...
I only feel these petals
as they fall down...
down...
covering my face.
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