Hope comes and goes

[dana_m_mathis]

Staring at the ceiling
my tears receeding
from my tired eyes
and feeling them fall to my pillow
My heart has fallen too
at first for you
and now like a willow
bending almost breaking.

I guess I cried myself to sleep
a lullaby of weeps
I suppose it was for the best
It was the only way I could rest.

Waiting to no avail
Waking to no voicemail