as she grows older,
my fear turns colder;
i ache to see how time wastes
sight, hearing, tastes.
she is my daughter,
my tears, my laughter,
she is my night mate,
she is linked to my fate;
she follows me around,
she longs to be found;
my heart is she,
what else could she be?
i really love her so,
even more than i could know,
yes, she causes my fear,
i always want her near;
for her, its the same,
i’m as sure as her name,
if she could speak,
i wouldnt be this weak;
all she wants to convey,
is a wish to play and play.
i hope God is kind this time,
to this heart of mine.
Tag: Tears
Bargain
Your tears seemed like your only gift to me;
My smiles were what I gave you in return:
This bargain, where I lose all vanity,
Was what old bleeding hearts made my soul learn.
Your festering wounds I helped in cleaning;
Though not yet healed, I helped them start to;
All I asked was the share from your feeling,
Which now has changed the better part of you.
Now you have learned to smile without me near;
I taught you well; I brought you to your feet;
Now you shed me like you did your last tear;
Now there’s no reason for our souls to meet.
My heart bleeds for my soul learns to see:
Your gift was bringing my own tears to me.
19th September
6:00pm
Tears.
Tears . . . tears form in my brain,
But do not reach my eyes . . .
(Perhaps I love in vain,
For I know all love dies.)
In memories that last,
They cling to words spoken;
In thinking of the past,
Bear dreams that are broken.
They scan each vow you made,
Imagine each part of you,
See each vow, slowly, fade,
With no existing clue.
They cry, helpless, in pain,
For now, although each tries –
Imprisoned by my brain –
They will not reach my eyes!


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