Tossing My Tears
Tossing my tears
My pen oozes feelings in patterns of ink
Lines filled with visions, symmetrical truth
Carved from a heart that is desperate to think
Somewhere inside sleeps the essence of proof
Reaching that point where the matters at play
Running around in my mind’s subtle crest
Hoping to find the right sentence to say
This is my love for I gave you my best
When is enough more than money can buy
Simple the pleasures awaiting your touch
Tiny endeavors on wings set to fly
Sunlight and flowers and wishes and such
Still comes another of phrases to win
Sweeping you off to the end of my time
Spinning in circles as yet to begin
Lost and alone as he utters “you’re mine”
Why is it always the soft tend to fall
Deep in the crevice of fading desire
Charcoal and ashes, the flame’s ending call
Nothing I offer is what you require
Now here I sit at this desk in the cold
Staring beyond every dream I might see
Endless the stacks that these memories hold
Tossing my tears at what now can not be
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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