Wasted Tears
If no one can see
These tears one cries
Then they don’t matter
Yourself you told this lie
The day passes
Your painful emotions you hold in
Until darkness sets
And they resurface again
Your heart falls heavy
Like the branches of a weeping willow
As tears stream down your face
And softly land on your pillow
That empty feeling
At that point seems to grow and grow
As others sleep soundly
Your pain they’ll never know
You’re lonely and tired
You grow weary and weak
But the next day comes
And of your sorrow, you’ll never speak
That laugh in your soul
And the song in your heart
Has faded away
And from you it does part
That light in your eyes
No longer gleam
And the night grows colder
So it does seem
But for those that you cry for
And they do not know
Is it worth all the agony
If to them emotions you’ll never show
So if a tear falls
And no one can see
Does it have any importance
Or should you just let it be
I’m not really sure
But I have cried for many years
And nothing seems to change
All I’m left with are wasted tears
Copyright © Deanna Floyd | Year Posted 2011
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