Chapter 1 - Crying Without Tears
Submitted March 29, 2006 Updated November 11, 2006 Status Incomplete | Love, the thorny irony, the bittersweet thorn and petal. Poetry of the darker, and more poetic side of love.
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Chapter 1 - Crying Without Tears
Chapter 1 - Crying Without Tears
I sit beside your grave,
I mourn you without tears I'am no longer able,
I've cried every tear I could more so then thereon,
Yet in my heart I cry at your loss of life,
Bleeding drops of red and discontented sighs,
Each breath I take is like a terrible, piercing, knife,
I almost draw a huge breath,
To take a final blow,
Yet the tears inside my heart,
They still cascade swiftly,
So still I mourn your passing,
As I sit beside your grave,
In this cold, cruel, cemetary,
That is my newly home,
Yonder seen afar as my gaze falls steadily,
I stay by your side in my state of malicious spite,
Bitter at the loneliness that stays welling up inside,
As I stay close to you yet so very far,
I miss you all the more as I sit crying without tears.
I mourn you without tears I'am no longer able,
I've cried every tear I could more so then thereon,
Yet in my heart I cry at your loss of life,
Bleeding drops of red and discontented sighs,
Each breath I take is like a terrible, piercing, knife,
I almost draw a huge breath,
To take a final blow,
Yet the tears inside my heart,
They still cascade swiftly,
So still I mourn your passing,
As I sit beside your grave,
In this cold, cruel, cemetary,
That is my newly home,
Yonder seen afar as my gaze falls steadily,
I stay by your side in my state of malicious spite,
Bitter at the loneliness that stays welling up inside,
As I stay close to you yet so very far,
I miss you all the more as I sit crying without tears.
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