A tear for sad eyes
When she’s alone She tends to cry She is absent from life and Weary of the warmth She feels inside. She knows of hands, wrist, fingers, Her arms have felt their touch, She has clutched hallow body’s so near to hers The apparitions felt like they belonged, To living hearts, Beautiful me who would give in to her, Lips quivering whims. She dreams their existence, Behind closed eyes, When she opens, The arms that hold her, Disappear, when she fades back into life the sinking feeling takes her For seconds, The warmth Inside her dies.
Please don’t cry, She is to wonderful, For sadness to ever keep, Her alone in life, Some day, Some day soon, The apparitions will take corporeal form, Hallow hands, and empty, Hearts will be filled, By the fire of another lonely heart, A kind man, with soft hands, And similar plans, With the absolute intention, Of being her man.
