And so they fall
Straight to the ground
Like droplets of light
They make no sound
So clear and bright
But bred of dark
They hit the spot
And leave their mark
They linger for a time
Dark stains on pavement
Proof
Of my every movement
From here to there
As I lope about
Not hearing a thing
Not even the shouts
The shouts of happiness
The shouts of joy
The shouts of those
Who frolick and enjoy
They who love life
And live it so well
They hold it so dearly
As if under a spell
But not me
Not now
I cannot see
How
Maybe once I did
Maybe I still could
Maybe I even should
But I cannot bring myself
To think such things
Not with this sadness
That makes my ears ring
I can do nothing but sleep
I am forever weary
It makes this life
Seem so dreary
A crushing weight
Like no other
It tires me out
In a matter of hours
And the cloud returns
And my mind grows dark
While my heart yearns
For what I have not got
I can never be happy
With stains like these
Bright lines
That trace the contours of my cheeks
Lines that are made
By those droplets of light
Those crystals of sadness
As dark as night.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
And so they fall
Straight to the ground
Like droplets of light
They make no sound
So clear and bright
But bred of dark
They hit the spot
And leave their mark
They linger for a time
Dark stains on pavement
Proof
Of my every movement
From here to there
As I lope about
Not hearing a thing
Not even the shouts
The shouts of happiness
The shouts of joy
The shouts of those
Who frolick and enjoy
They who love life
And live it so well
They hold it so dearly
As if under a spell
But not me
Not now
I cannot see
How
Maybe once I did
Maybe I still could
Maybe I even should
But I cannot bring myself
To think such things
Not with this sadness
That makes my ears ring
I can do nothing but sleep
I am forever weary
It makes this life
Seem so dreary
A crushing weight
Like no other
It tires me out
In a matter of hours
And the cloud returns
And my mind grows dark
While my heart yearns
For what I have not got
I can never be happy
With stains like these
Bright lines
That trace the contours of my cheeks
Lines that are made
By those droplets of light
Those crystals of sadness
As dark as night.
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