and the heart can bear the pain no more,
when even sweet words turns into sour,
when someone whom you love hates you to the core,
and love becomes a war.
Tears fall.
They are words that express more,
confessions never spoken.
They trace the map of hidden ache,
when something pure is broken.
They are the prove that heart is weak,
Tears are the rain from wounded of pain.
when you stand all alone you remain,
tears are the deep sea of sorrow,
a silent storm behind the eyes that never narrows.
Tears are the result of the unfulfilled desire.
The smoke that comes out when the heart burns with fire.
Frozen sorrow melting deep into an ocean of tears,
when there’s no one left to hear the fears.
Tears are the residue of the shattered dreams,
that flow like a river of tragic streams.
Tears flow when the life is hopeless and tough,
when just words are far too small and aren’t enough.
Tears are the truest voice of all,
precious drops of the soul laid trembling bare.
Tears are leaves from grief’s old tree,
that drift to silent ground,
with the falling sad leaf.
Tears are a silent scream,
when pain becomes unbearable and extreme.
Tears are the words that flow in despair,
when life is not fair.
Tears are the true friends when nothing else remains,
when everything goes in vain.
Tears are the loyal companion in loneliness.
when life is filled with darkness.
Tears are the genuine confidants in this hopeless life,
when life is full of strife.
Tears are the sincere friends left in solitude,
when everyone around you is so mean and rude.
Tears are final precious drops the heart releases,
they wash the dust of shattered pieces,
when nothing is left out and everything is swept,
from love, from loss, from pain.
Really, there is a meaning to this poem. I am quite satisfied with what I have at the moment.
