These Tears

This isn't twisted, or based off of. This is a true story.

Time and time again I must face you,

And it’s always for the same reason.

You can never see anything,

I put right in front of you.

 

After all I’ve done and said,

You would believe that you’d pour into me.

But old news just serves to be turned,

And that’s all I have become.

 

And now I can’t think straight.

I’m still reeling from that shove.

These tears; why do I shed them?

These things I do, ink on a burnt page.

 

Time and time again your eyes glance away,

Never connecting with mine.

You can never talk to me,

It’s always a hurried excuse.

 

After all the emotion I’ve shown,

You would believe that you’d pour into me.

But old news just serves to be turned,

And I fear that’s all I am.

 

And now I can’t think straight.

I’m still reeling from the shove.

These tears; why do I shed them?

These things I do, ink on a burnt page.

 

You could say it’s useless to have young love.

You could say that it’s too early to assume.

But I implore you to walk in my shoes,

So you can feel the heartbreak.

 

Time and time again you deny me,

As a friend or lover.

You can never give back,

And only take when you shouldn’t.

 

After all the hours I’ve wasted,

You would believe that you’d pour into me.

But old news just servers to be turned,

And now I know that’s what I am.

 

And now I can’t think straight.

I’m still reeling from the shove.

These tears; why do I shed them?

These things I do, ink on a burnt page.

 

I will give back everything I have.

I will never waste anything on you.

If you really don’t believe my words,

Then watch me walk away.

 

So he was only a brother to you?

So he was only a family member?

When you kiss in front of my eyes,

You can consider my mind changed.

 

Time and time again you ignore me,

As though I offended in a way.

You can never love me,

Even when your heart is intact.

 

After all the years we shared,

You would believe that you’d pour into me.

But old news just servers to be turned,

And now I’m the past to all.

 

And now I can’t think straight.

I’m still reeling from the shove.

These tears; why do I shed them?

These things I do, ink on a burnt page.

 

And now I can think straight.

No longer reeling from the shove.

These tears have been dried,

And my eyesight is clear.

 

Watch me walk away.

Watch me walk away.

Watch me walk away.

And don’t break my heart again.

 

I’ll never love you.

I’ll never love you.

I’ll never love you.

And these tears will dry.

The End

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