THE DAY MY HEART CRIED
The evening of a day in March
the day before you left you no more
I once again lay on my bed
laying on my back
and my head on it's edge
I lay in silence thinking far away
with sounds of sentimental
playing at the background
I stared so hard at the rug below me
looking at it's patterns,
which merged into your sweet face
seeing your face gave me flash backs of you
some smiling at me, some laughing with me
and some talking with me.
With my heart knowing
that those times may not come, so easily
and regret wondered my face
which brought my tears out
for the first time I cried for a male(who was special)
the more playback visions crossed my mind
the more tears my eyes pumped
creating a river path on my cheeks
which flowed continuously
until my eyes weakened
after a few hours past the midnight
and gently rolled to sleep.
written by precious
Email: veryprecious@hotmail.com
