2004 Poetry - Every Tear
Doesn't matter anymore does it?
The tears flow so often down my cheeks,
It seems I'm a leaking faucet.
You can always turn me on,
But no matter how hard you try,
You just can't turn me off.
Each one that rolls down my cheek
Is another worry washed away.
It's the comfort if I have no one.
No one to talk to, or to hold on to.
Yet each one that rolls on down
Is another shot of pain to my heart.
Every tear has a voice to its worry or suffering.
It's the truth when I say
That my eyes are screaming with pain.
The eyes have more emotion than
Others may sometimes believe.
Every tear means something touching.
This one is for my dad.
Why won't mom let me see him!?
That one's for my stress.
I suppose it could explain itself.
So many wrong in life...
No wonder every tear comes often.
Written: July 28th, 2004
The tears flow so often down my cheeks,
It seems I'm a leaking faucet.
You can always turn me on,
But no matter how hard you try,
You just can't turn me off.
Each one that rolls down my cheek
Is another worry washed away.
It's the comfort if I have no one.
No one to talk to, or to hold on to.
Yet each one that rolls on down
Is another shot of pain to my heart.
Every tear has a voice to its worry or suffering.
It's the truth when I say
That my eyes are screaming with pain.
The eyes have more emotion than
Others may sometimes believe.
Every tear means something touching.
This one is for my dad.
Why won't mom let me see him!?
That one's for my stress.
I suppose it could explain itself.
So many wrong in life...
No wonder every tear comes often.
Written: July 28th, 2004