Tear drops falling on my pillow,
Tear drops falling making a silhouette,
Tear drops of something I won't forget,
"Sometimes I go to call you", but right now you won't be there,
Now aren't you?
I would stop crying if it weren't for you,
But I just keep trying,
an artists palette,
of paints creating a silhouette,
on my pillowed canvas,
Never heard sorry cross you lips,
Tear drops rolling down my finger tips,
I cover my eyes waiting 'till dawn,
Wish the tears rolling down my face,
with your loving kiss,
Haven't felt that love since I was an infant,
This is something I sure do miss,
Am I really that insignificant?
Is it really that hard to say the word that I longed?
Work in progress, got in fight with mom...