The pain I feel will live on after my death. One has the power to dry my tears. That one is the source of my pain. As I lay crying a thousand rivers. I try to hold the pay. It seems my heart is missing a piece or more. My soul cries, weeping for the sorrow of what’s not said. Though everyone sees it, save the one. The door shut before I go through. The key locked away without knowing why. No way out or in. Without the Key I am trapped on an island in a sea of sorrows. Searching for answers that seem to not exist. Love is not a strong enough word
