You cry crystal tears, each one refracting a rainbow,
So beautiful and fragile splintering on glass.
The cold of the frame with a picture so warm
Of a summer gone by, when the swallows took breath
...
Some were born into greatness
Some were born to survive
As I stand on the edge
Of somewhere trying to hide
...
Wrapped in arms of mine,
Imagining I'm not alone,
In another hotel room,
Another strange room.
...
I don't want to get close to you,
You don't want to understand me,
We don't want to feel each others pain.
Its not me, its not you, its us.
...
How can four letters ever be enough?
Is a word on a page enough to convey a feeling?
How can one simple word say all there is, all there needs to be?
How can a single breath, an outward sign, an expression say all that needs to be said.
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I can scream so loud no one can hear me.
And you could dry my imaginary tears
Each of them a frustration of embittered years
Wasted so many times, I'll embrace my fears
...
Unfinished?
You cry crystal tears, each one refracting a rainbow,
So beautiful and fragile splintering on glass.
The cold of the frame with a picture so warm
Of a summer gone by, when the swallows took breath
And the sun did smile.