How do you cry pretty tears?

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.