Tears A sign of saddness an indication of pain Symbols of sorrow, that fall like rain. Each drop of water, each single tear... Signifies suffering and reveals inner fears Unsaid things The hopes and fears, Of endless years. Burried beneath the painful stings, The stings and burns of unsaid things. The infinite number of dreams and wishes, All are aimed at a target that each one misses. Away from the joy of the little things, Embedded in mounds of unsaid things. A spark, and then an idea grows But is pushed away for none to know. The spark from which imagination swings, Burried forever in unsaid things. A dark well-kept and priceless secret, Hidden away by those who keep it. Away from the pain exposure brings, Protected by layers of unsaid things. Dreams and wishes, hopes and fears, Covered with the dust of endless years. Away from the pain of any harm... Away from the joy that all things bring... Protected forever- By unsaid things. Yesterday When boys meant “yuck” And friends were new, Dreams were unshattered And worries were few. When recess was too short And life was too long, Decisions came easy Without the need to belong. When storks delivered babies And passions werent so strong, Friendships were unbroken There was only right or wrong. When bad things didnt happen When only skinned knees brought tears, And the night light In its socket quited all fears. When farewell meant just for summer And real friends didnt part, The fun went on forever And never left a broken heart. Walking beyond the stones on shore the trembling willows touch Hot misty rain washing the bank grey clouds cry their tears Drawn in by desire Under hollow trees I find my love waiting Love like the moon Lust like a blaze, Emotions are snowfalls That fall in a maze. Creeping in my heart I sleep with danger Sea of ambition Reaches my face, In a trance of desire I need to find my place A gentle blowing wind Sweeps across my face; Right now i wouldnt want To be in any other place. Than sitting in my room With the pitter-patter sound, Of rain drops hitting The windows, roof, and ground. With my own thoughts And in my own world, I sit on my bed-cozy, comphy and curled. I think of words hardly anyone else would say, I’d love it if it rained every single day! When peace can not be found and sleep won’t visit me at night, I think of all the times we shared of holding eachother tight. With a restless mind i walk the floor and call your name, As I wonder if it will ever be the same. The days we spent together and endless nights on the phone, are now replaced by lonely times unhappy and alone. Thoughts of you still fill my mind- your face is in my dreams, I wonder who you might be clinging to instead of me? The wealth of the memories remind me of my favorite star, oh how i would give up anything in the world to be just where you are!