Tears

By: H.B L
6.15.13

Rain, produced by emotional clouds,
From deep within your soul.
A symbol of pain, sadness, and shame.
And from the very start,
A grand tribute, or a broken heart.
A way of mourning what was lost,
A form of release, that doesn't cost.
The trademark, of a battered soul,
A brave heart, now just an open hole.
Constant tears intensify the pain,
Alone with fears, that I am reluctant to tame.
Still I don't judge,
Or hold a grudge,
Mine is a true love, it doesn't budge.
Yet do I retreat, and except defeat?
Because deep within, your love is weak?
Before my eyes, flash all that I fear
The sight of me losing, what I hold most dear
Yet in the end I find the release I seek
In an abundance of tears, parading down my cheeks!



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