The Tears
I just stay sitting here
waiting for the tears
to stop running down my face
all of them in a race
to see who which one will reach my heart first
to see how much it hurts
hoping to mend the break
and pool together like a lake
and comfort but its too late
to stop the pain only the he could create
by making me second best
to all of the rest
how can I compete
with what I can't defeat
what I can't be
that only he can see
I wish I could find the key
to open doors so he could see
who I am
but only he can
make himself be
happy with me
Copyright © Amber Courter | Year Posted 2010
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