Of all the things I believed in
The last teardrop is all I am left with.
It insists on being with me.
The little pearl hesitates to fall
And my finger refuses to wipe it away.
Sometimes I imagine how it would be
To feel free
To enjoy the wind of joy blow past me
For a minute
That’s all I ask
I’m told miracles happen
But am tired of waiting
Tired of letting things be
I feel a numbness overwhelm me
Why don’t I feel the pain anymore
I know it’s there
I can still see the smoky vision of
A distant future
Will it be a better one
That I cannot tell
All I can do is
Hope it will last….
3 comments:
WHOA! Did you write this? It's great! I mean, it's really great. I can believe you wrote this except that it's really properly proofread and punctuated and all that! LOL, just kidding. But I'm really impressed! And oh, I like it, in case that didn't come through
thanx jan,i did try and make an attempt to punctuate this time.
u dont hav to wait for miracles.. they happen neway.. jus start noticing..
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