A river of tears flows down my face Each crystalline drop is a solitary memory As I wipe each one away, thinking it's a waste I realize that loving me is just not meant to be
As the river floods, surrounding me in the past I see all the mistakes, like looking in a mirror One more falls and I know it will be the last This river is running dry, I'm seeing things a little clearer
I'm not sure if this is finished yet... Comments are always appreciated.