The first

Drops for her,
The silent wish,
That it was different,
That I was not a burden.
It splashes down,
Splitting into a thousand little droplets,
Each a sorrowful entity,
Depicting each scene of heart-wrenching pain.

The second

Drops for him,
The silent prayer,
That I could be better,
A person you wished could be like you,
The man that could make you proud,
By just being a man
Not more, not less.
I'm sorry I'm less.

The third

Drops for me,
More than just silent,
More than just faint,
It crashes like thunder,
Bearing grief and pain,
That I am not what you expect,
Nor will I ever be,
And nothing can change that, even me.

These tears come hurtling down,
And maybe the figures are just figures,
It could be more, definitely more, I lost count,
But the awful truth is its always silent,
Never to be heard or seen...

When we feel heavy,
We shed tears
Like raindrops falling
From the clouds
Which could no longer
Bear its weight.
The same thing with us,
We cry
When we could no longer
Hold inside our hearts
All the emotions
We are feeling.

I've cried tears of sorrow
And tears of joy
And as these tears spill from my eyes
I can't help but to wonder
If they both elicit the same reaction
Is it because there's happiness in the sorrow
Or sadness in the smiles.

they tell me wishes don't come true.
and from what i've seen in my life i feel like that might be true
and though most things i've experienced have been unfair
how i seemed to miss so many opportunities here and there
but i feel like a wish came true when i asked for someone to live for
you seemed to come along and i felt as if the world wasn't so dark
and i wasn't so alone in everything i did
suddenly i wished to live my life again and not spend every moment escaping reality and making me want to see every beautiful thing there is to this world that i forgot to notice from the beginning.
so wishes may not come true
but dreams certainly do.
the proof i have of that is you

if only wishes did come true
i’d still be holding close to you

i’d see the world i’m living in my dreams
it wouldn’t tear my soul apart like weak seams

life would not be twice as hard
our wishes wouldn’t burn and char

blow away as ashes in the wind
as fate laughs at our tragic fates it intertwined

it seems too much at times to live in this.
waking up so far from that old bliss

I know it’s pointless to reminisce
the life we live is cruel and i’ve come to know this

maybe this world is just not for me
i’m waiting on a miracle i’ll have to see…

I write these words cause honestly i'm lost

I don't know why there is this loss of direction

I don't know much but I know that when I was with you I at least had a reason to forget it and not feel it

because i'd write line after line knowing I was expressing my true feelings

how I couldn't find a word for a feeling that mean't more than love

but I felt it every time I held you close

I saw it sparkle in your eyes

I feel it's absence every time I see the things you left me

it makes me remember it all

all the night's we'd talk for hours

every hour I held you

the thousands of times I kissed you because once, twice, one hundred times wasn't enough

how our life seemed to be as perfect as something written by a poet (an actual good one not me)

now all there is is regret. because without you I remember how broken and alone I am

and it gives me to all the time in the world to think about my mistakes, once again.