A Tulip, a Petal, a Tear

A tear fell, a dream disappered, and hope was lost The belief that all men are created equal? I question in part As I dream and write of hope to come my way and dwell in me, but at what cost? Must I grow cold inside because I find myself lost with no where to turn, a blue heart I recall my last tear, it fell just a few seconds ago, on this very line For all my life I have dreamed of a family to call my own In search of what? I ask myself? Fake joy? For my blood I can't find elsewhere alone Rare O negative, and I sob at the very thought of my lonesome for all time A letter once spoke out to my pen, and a message appered in ink unto me It was hope, it asked me to question my ability, literature is my passion The words, the lines forming stanzas hug my eyes, caress my soul, it sets me free I can honestly say, its my obsession Always trying to fit in From grade school, and even know, the question is why am I so different The world judges me of terrible sin When it itself drowns in tears of the innocent As an infant I was pushed aside by those whom I thought loved the most just as I was The pain was greater in the heart, greater than the bloody bruises that became a second shadow Never experiencing the beauty and meaning of a sencire christmas Alone, all to my own fake reality, asking the heavens if it all one day would change, tomorrow I began to write, to fight for love, for a smile to call my own, for a flower Her petals so fine and full of a beautiful scent In her color I saw my spirit holding her for a life time standing in loves name like the Eiffel tower A dream, a vision which is worth it all, and in my life I shall spend The stars told of her coming, of her smile, of her dimple It all began by admiring her all, yes its that simple I will await for her return, yes again for her, but no longer in fear My flower, she is my tulip, her petals will dry my tears I love you Paula M. B.- darkpoet.