"I'll shut the world out if I have to, but no matter how hard it gets, I won't let you see me cry."

Late at night, while most are asleep.  I lay awake, toss and turn.  I look back and start think:

(A ending to a new beginning.)


Another tear falls,gently sliding down my face.
These recent memories I start to replay.
Only wishing they could be erased.
My broken heart in so much pain.

A broken winged bird that can't fly.
Is like pulling the wings off a butterfly.

Can't breath, lungs filled with oxygen.
Yet I still gasp for air.
The feeling of emptiness in side,Causes another tear.
Being alone has now become my new fear.

A kiss remains just a kiss,but a rose means so much more.
This love has thorns.
****** then makes you bleed.

His touch has no comforts for me.
As if he is no longer there.
Seems to of left and disappeared.

This sweet taste turns bitter.
These bright colors go dull.
Gives a reason not to love at all.

One last tear left in the corner of my eye.
Pressing my head into the pillow, as I let out a sigh.
Closing my eyes I fall fast asleep and at last start to dream.
Goodnight!

(Wash the tears away, let them dry. It's a shame I had to cry myself to sleep tonight. Well, no more need to have wings, because I have no reason to fly. Can't even free fall from the sky. For I have become the broken winged bird that no longer has hope in life. I am that rose with thorns, and black petals, showing that even LOVE can too lose its beauty and become ugly.)