I had no choice
You gave me none
You made a move
That could not be undone
The days go by
With Thoughts of you
I think out loud
What can I do?
I watched you leave
I said goodbye
I wiped a teardrop
From both my eyes
Anxious thoughts
Came over me
My little girl
Is now sixteen
You chose a road
Many miles from me
Where the sky is blue
And the grass is green
I had no choice
You gave me none
You made a move
That could not be undone.....
Showing posts with label teardrops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teardrops. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sad Little boy
I was a four year old
little boy
sitting in a corner
rocking back and forth
afraid for my life
my arms were crossed
my body shaking
teardrops ran down my face
little boy
sitting in a corner
rocking back and forth
afraid for my life
my arms were crossed
my body shaking
teardrops ran down my face
I wondered what I did
to make my father
hate me so much
what did I do
to make him hurt me
the way he did?
to make my father
hate me so much
what did I do
to make him hurt me
the way he did?
Thursday, March 22, 2012
shattered
Sad little eyes
look back at me
a teardrop falls
the mirror shatters
look back at me
a teardrop falls
the mirror shatters
pieces of a life
disentegrates
into particles of somebody
who no longer matters
disentegrates
into particles of somebody
who no longer matters
life is a puzzle
it takes an eternity
to fill in all
the emptiness
it takes an eternity
to fill in all
the emptiness
dreams
bring back memories,
hauntings,
nightmares, and horrors
bring back memories,
hauntings,
nightmares, and horrors
until one day
you step on something sharp
pulling from your foot
a shattered piece of glass
you step on something sharp
pulling from your foot
a shattered piece of glass
sad little eyes
look back at you
a teardrop falls
on to a broken mirror
and soothes
a tortured mind
look back at you
a teardrop falls
on to a broken mirror
and soothes
a tortured mind
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Teardrops
Teardrops
although a little salty
they sometimes fall with care
a deep and careful beauty
this thing we call a tear
it's like the rain in the springtime
which causes good and bad
they come when we are happy
and flow as we grow sad
they come from deep inside of us
and slowly soak our face
some people are afraid of them
like they're a big disgrace
the one you love with all your heart
who suddenly is dead
he's buried now, inside a grave
the tears, they come in dread
they flow for days and endless nights
the pain will slowly leave
if you will shine your new found light
not keep it up your sleeve
don't be afraid to shed a few
I know you really care
inside your heart, you're beautiful
the real ones come from there
when teardrops flow, they fall with love
like Jesus on the cross
they came from deep inside His heart
a beauty through His loss
don't cry in shame or selfishness,
but for the one above
the tears will flow from all of us
when we learn how to love.....
they sometimes fall with care
a deep and careful beauty
this thing we call a tear
it's like the rain in the springtime
which causes good and bad
they come when we are happy
and flow as we grow sad
they come from deep inside of us
and slowly soak our face
some people are afraid of them
like they're a big disgrace
the one you love with all your heart
who suddenly is dead
he's buried now, inside a grave
the tears, they come in dread
they flow for days and endless nights
the pain will slowly leave
if you will shine your new found light
not keep it up your sleeve
don't be afraid to shed a few
I know you really care
inside your heart, you're beautiful
the real ones come from there
when teardrops flow, they fall with love
like Jesus on the cross
they came from deep inside His heart
a beauty through His loss
don't cry in shame or selfishness,
but for the one above
the tears will flow from all of us
when we learn how to love.....
Monday, January 9, 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Her Piece of Sand-Poetry I Wrote Many Years Ago
The lady watches summer sand
slowly drift by, one piece is still in her hand
One tiny speck of eternity
without love it can never be
slowly drift by, one piece is still in her hand
One tiny speck of eternity
without love it can never be
Feelings can make it real,
but still, blindness can conceal it
...The lady slowly approaches the van
knowing love is still in her hand
Suddenly, teardrops wash it from her hand
taking with it, her piece of sand
Anxiously she looks, crying most desperately:
"where can it be?"
Her teardrops continue to flow
while inside she begins to grow
Running down her cheeks they dry,
but deep inside, she still cries
Slowly her life begins again
she gets caught up in something new
Until one day someone touches her hand
and in it she finds her piece of sand
Monday, December 19, 2011
Teardrops
although a little salty
they sometimes fall with care
a deep and careful beauty
this thing we call a tear
it's like the rain in the springtime
which causes good and bad
they come when we are happy
and flow as we grow sad
they come from deep inside of us
and slowly soak our face
some people are afraid of them
like they're a big disgrace
the one you love with all your heart
who suddenly is dead
he's buried now, inside a grave
the tears, they come in dread
they flow for days and endless nights
the pain will slowly leave
if you will shine your new found light
not keep it up your sleeve
don't be afraid to shed a few
I know you really care
inside your heart, you're beautiful
the real ones come from there
when teardrops flow, they fall with love
like Jesus on the cross
they came from deep inside His heart
a beauty through His loss
don't cry in shame or selfishness,
but for the one above
the tears will flow from all of us
when we learn how to love
a deep and careful beauty
this thing we call a tear
it's like the rain in the springtime
which causes good and bad
they come when we are happy
and flow as we grow sad
they come from deep inside of us
and slowly soak our face
some people are afraid of them
like they're a big disgrace
the one you love with all your heart
who suddenly is dead
he's buried now, inside a grave
the tears, they come in dread
they flow for days and endless nights
the pain will slowly leave
if you will shine your new found light
not keep it up your sleeve
don't be afraid to shed a few
I know you really care
inside your heart, you're beautiful
the real ones come from there
when teardrops flow, they fall with love
like Jesus on the cross
they came from deep inside His heart
a beauty through His loss
don't cry in shame or selfishness,
but for the one above
the tears will flow from all of us
when we learn how to love
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