Ok so I don’t remember why I
wrote this, but it’s very depressing. So
instead of doing what “normal” people would do, I decided to post it. J I call it:
How do you cry pretty tears?
I have had dreams, dreams that I was never supposed to
dream,
Dreams I was never meant to have,
And yet I think on those dreams night after night
wondering.
Wondering why they torture me so.
Why do they fill me with questions I dare not ask?
Why do they make me urn things I should not?
Why do I feel as though I’m falling into the hidden
places of the night?
Is there nothing I can do to stop these dreams that
plague me?
Can there be no answers to my questions?
Is there no end to the loneliness I feel when I realize
that the dreams are not mine?
How can the world be so cruel?
Offering me a chance to seek out love and then ripping it
away for the benefits of others.
God did not create his children to be alone,
And yet, here I am dreaming of a lover whose love can
never be mine.
Many lovers come, but none of them are mine.
When will it be my turn to be wrapped in a lovers
embrace?
I am no longer a child, who dreams of knights in shining
armor;
Those fantasies have long since vanished.
How does one mourn for the loss for a lover’s dream?
How do you cry pretty tears when the thing you long for
the most was never to be yours to being with.
