Tears

Tears©

Who’s tears will it be today?
Yours, or mine?
Your tears are like waterfalls.
Mine, are like trickles.
Yours come with sudden outbursts of screams.
While mine, comes with silence.

You cave in and break down with the touch of a hand.
Me, I’ve made my way into the corner to grieve in silence,
I needed, and got no ones touch.

You, you laugh loudly as your tears becomes rivers.
I, I’m still grieving in silence, my tears are still trickles.
While your cries come with escalating volumes,
Your body flails about as your cries becomes one with your screams.
My tears are still trickles, with just enough motion as my body shakes… again, in silence.

See, even in tears I’ve compared mine to yours.
Your tears are more attractive,
While mine are too quiet to notice.
You’ve managed once again to attract everyone with your sounds,
While I, I’m still crying with deep pain.
Too deep to share, but not loud enough for everyone to care.
So, who’s tears will it be today?
I’ll take yours with all it’s beauty, any day.


Farrah Phoenix©
March 27, 2005, 12:04 AM