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Leila Kay


Lily's Silent Tears

Each night Lily lay down her weary head
She pulled her pillow closer
Turned her face buried it deep as it soaked up all the silent tears
She cried, she begged,
She wished she hoped but most of all she closed her eyes and prayed
From the corners of her closed eyes a tear escaped….two… three….till she set them all free
Lily cried herself to sleep night after night
Crying over life and love lost
Time slipped by

High above in the heavens one night
There way up above you and I
Upon the brightest star
Sat he
Writing away his heart
He felt a tremor run through his heart
He heard a distant cry
He closed his eyes and there deep within the beauty of his loving heart He saw that tear
One silent solitary sad burning tear that bore so much pain
He closed his eyes and wished and willed
To see the owner of the tear
The silent tear that caused the tremor in his heart

He found Lily lying on her pillow crying herself to sleep
He reached out and touched her
Soothed her healed her loved her
Her days filled with warmth
Her nights filled with moonlight and love

Then one cold night he left a tremor in her heart
With unspoken word
He told her
He loved her
They were friends
He could never love her in the same way that she loved him
For his heart was already taken

Night after night once again Lily lays her head upon her faithful pillow
Night after night once gain she cries herself to sleep
Night after night once again she feels the tremor inside her heart
Night after night he feels the tremor of another

Submitted: Sunday, April 29, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 14, 2011

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  • Nyrical Poet (5/4/2007 4:59:00 PM)

    Such a wonderful, yet sadden story. I can relate so much in the fact that I have lived that same situation. Thank you for sharing, it is a well deserved 10! ! !
    Nick (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (4/29/2007 4:38:00 PM)

    Oh so sad..this one, but I think you have put it very well

    He reached out and touched her
    Soothed her healed her loved her
    Her days filled with warmth
    Her nights filled with moonlight and love

    Wonderful lines Leila
    Take care
    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

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