May 30, 2005

Tears, not Drops

I don't want to say anything to you anymore

You mocked at me and my heart you tore

You denied that you had anything to do with me

You said you wouldn't be the last or the first to do this to me

Yet the day shines like nothing had ever happened

And night comes over like the midnight blanket

And I cry upon my bed thinking of the times we had

And why was it, I would wonder, you never did understand

When I am alone I would stroll into the alley of my thoughts

Within me, my heart throbs

And my eyelids, the fill up with tears not drops

And I cry for you silently in my soul, but you hear me not

Now that I am alone, does your heart ever ask about me?

Or am I just another leaf, falling off an autumn tree?

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