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My Wishful Tears
As tears fall down my face
I wonder why there is no place.
No place for me to go
No home for me to know
Because in this world there is no love
But the sweet sounds, of a cooing dove
As I sit here on the porch
I wish I could be torched
For all the things I've caused
It seems no one ever sees me bend the laws
I am alone, scared lost and hurting
Knowing nothing will ever stop my hurting
I wish I could be whole again
So full of love, life and laughter
But to be full again, I must wait until after
But to accomplish this I must think
Think of a way to finally be fully complete
To be complete, in this sad life I live
Wishing and hoping, hoping and wishing
I could find a real reason to the life
I have only begun to live
I have no feelings, no real memories at all
So I sit here waiting, for myself to slip and fall
I wish I could fall back far far
Back to a time, before I got my scars
The scars that blister my heart
And make me want to depart
Though I never will, for I am strong
But even so, strong only lasts for so long
For my heart has taken on too much
In all the secretes and lies and such
I wish I were still innocent, pure as gold
For when to get what I wished, I just had to be bold
When things were as simple as could be
For all I had to do was just be me
But now I have peen pulled in
Into a place that I felt I had to begin
To begin to be what I am not
And as I began my new life,
I realized my heart had also begun to harden and wrought
And wroughting it is, a perfect heart, just wroughting away
Even to this very seemingly, perfect day
The things I do and the lifestyle I live
Just pulls and tugs until I have nothing else to give
When people ask me
Why I need a reason to live?
I say because I live for everyone else, and all I ever do is give, give, give.
I give to them my heart, soul and all my love
And everything else below and above
Every year, day, and month, I wish and pray
For that sweet, sweet day
When all my troubles, problems, fears and all of my wishful tears
All fade away, into distant memories of my childhood years.
Written by Britni Edmunds
Submitted by Britni Edmunds