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The flower That Cries

I’ll tell you why this flower does cry
Tears of dew claim her eyes
In the early sun rise
Wilting she claimed her Denise
Her heart it does bleed
From tales of you and me
As she grew from a seed
You can barely believe
Her tears as they explode
From inside
Her petals are bare
As blank as her stare
Her lashes are long
As her stem grows so strong
Her river of pain such a shame to explain
Her beauty is wasted on hurt
And her roots they do grow
From tales you’ll never know
Though the ground is c*****d dry
From a drought that won’t die
The only moisture provided
Is the damp of her eye
This flower continues to cry
She knows not the Sun
As depression has won
And although she’s still young she’s accepted the fact that your gone
Though acceptance is growing
Her tears are still flowing
A Nile of heart felt good byes
Now you all know
Why this pain she does show
Now you know why this flower does cry

Snow globes


I live inside this tiny, painted,
Music little box
The gears they swing as Ballerinas spin
Dancing to music that never stops

I live inside a plastic dome
And turn around for days
Drifting in confetti rains
As untuned music plays

We used to dance like crazy kids
That never had a care
And now we live in downward spirals
The water floats upon our hair

Remember when we used to laugh.
stayed up all night long and
we would danced around the living room
Like we wrote every song

We’ve lost a couple of the best
and now we stay at home
Isolated in the winter scenes
Spinning in these old snow globes

I could never heal the past or bring
you great relief
But I’ll dance atop the table tops
Until I collapse in disbelief

I live inside this tiny, painted,
Musical little box
The gears they swing as Ballerinas spin
Dancing to music that never stops