Tears are the portable mirrors in the human soul
They reveal so much emotion they cause so much commotion.
I know the feeling as I mourn the moving on of a friend
But sadly now it comes to an end.
It’s futile to have tears it’s futile to escape the pain.
Desperation comes into my judgment as a desperately ask for the opposite fate of what’s really on my plate.
But, as my friend said its futile to have tears because better things come along. But I can never be so sure of that statement. Though, I try hard to believe the words that leave his mouth. I must accept what’s given to me. I guess it was meant to be, for it to be only me. But it’s only what I feel and only what I see. Though it’s hard it must have been destiny. No more tears but they create a film over my eyes so either way you can still see right through me.. No more tears right?
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