Her eyes were puffy.

Her nose was red.

Her face was blotchy.

Her lips were dry,
Because all the moisture was stolen from them,
And given to her eyes.

However her eyes rejected the moisture.
They sent it rolling down her cheeks.
But her cheeks couldn't hold on.
So the moisture fell to the ground.

I love my little babies,
How they grow more each day,
How they stretch out their arms,
And make room for more little buds.
Then they blossom into beautiful beings.
Oh how they bring smiles and love to the world.
I love my little grown up babies.

I love you,
But you won't speak my name.

I miss you,
But you don't feel the same.

I want you,
But you are angry in flame.

I need you,
But you think this is a game.

I forgive you,
But you think I'm to blame.

I don't like to tell people when I'm hurt...
physically,
mentally,
emotionally.
So I don't.

I've kept my feelings bottled up inside,
For so long I can't remember.

All my emotions and secrets and lies
Hidden right behind my eyes.

And of course I'll continue to do so
Until one day...I will explode.

And when I do you'll know everything.
You'll be standing there in front of me.

You'll laugh and gasp,
You might even cry.

And then you'll ask why.
Why have you kept this bottled up inside?

And then I'll say that I had to protect you.
I had to protect you from the feelings that you would have after learning what I've kept.

Because I don't want you to have to keep them bottled up inside.

I don't care what they think about me.
I don't care what they say about me.
I don't care what they do about me.
All that matters is what I think about me.

The grass is green.
The trees are brown.
The sun is yellow.
The clouds are white.
The sky is blue.
But are all these colors the same to me as they are to you?

Here
There
Everywhere
Across
Under
Around
Through
But the only place I want to be is here...
With you.

You can see the world through the eyes
The eyes of the hopeful
The eyes of the happy
The eyes of the joyful
The eyes of the angry
The eyes of the broken
The eyes of the tired
The eyes of the spoken
You can see the world through the eyes
Look into them
See the reflection
And then you'll know...
Their world.

My tears have fallen with the rain
Mixed together again and again

At this place which is always the same
I however am the one that has changed

With each day, each month, each season, each year
There is a different reason that I shed a tear

My tears have fallen with the rain
Mixed together again and again