There is no more pain, The sky has fallen So many times, Like the final scene Of an epic play, A curtain call Raised up again To fall, Bowing out To your addiction, 'till the next time The glue of your heart fails To reach the stars & you cry alligators.
I sit here and cry the color red' Because you killed our passion dead, The fire still burns within my heart, But the passion you've torn apart, With the lame games you play, With no regard of my feelings that lay, Broken and bleeding on the floor, I couldn't love you any more, Then I have and always will, Its your feelings that you've killed, The sparkle no longer in your eyes, Ever since the day I made you cry, I never said I didn't love you anymore, But I wont be second best to that whore, Its her you choose and want to see, You make that completely obvious to me, I hate myself for loving you, Because you wont ever love me too, I just wish that I knew why, Its the color red I cry?
From here the forest grows Upon the shoulder of Mother herself, Drips tears Tangy drops of Where Sweet saps of evergreens Lichen takes a mossy sip Lakes full of Whorls of drops Fall down every cheek Might every tree or urchin Drown? There in yesterdays Full grown tomorrows, Leaks Through to those who need. Fronds delight in Completely The tears Roses bloom, so I cry, passionate.
There are a million and one, Rainstorms, tucked neatly into those tearducts Enveloped in those beautiful eyes of yours, Didn't anyone ever tell you, love, Its okay to cry. So let those rainstorms fall, Lace your cheeks and tumble gently over your pursed lips. There's beauty in the break down, There's beauty in this, Moment of vulnerability, Unfamiliarity, And there will be clarity, Once your storms have been exhausted, And the sun will rise again, In those eyes. So darling sit and pull yourself close, Let those liquid droplets, Drown you in your clothes, For i promise you will float. Pull your knees in tight, Cuddle up in your own embrace, And allow those weighty storms, To trickle down your face. Feel free to whimper and maybe ask why, Sweetheart, its perfectly okay to be hurt, be vulnerable, to cry.