Unfinished Tears

The tears stopped,
Though the crying didn't finish.
It never did, never does, never will.
The tears don't carry away all the pain,
The guilt, and the sorrow.
Crying always leaves something to be desired,
Because it never, ever, finishes.
Every day, behind the smile,
Those trapped tears still fall.
The tears never end inside,
Filling endless rivers,
Yet only shedding a few drops.
The release doesn't come.
Never has, never does, never will.
Always, the pain, the grief,
The guilt, the sorrow,
Stay inside, tearing me apart.
The tears remain unfinished.
The scars cannot heal,
For they are blocked
By unfinished tears.

Dead Inside

I am crying for many reasons,
But mostly because I am dead inside.
I am crying because everyone dies,
And because I do not mourn.
I'm crying because I lost my heart,
And now I'm dead inside.
I apologize to the human race;
I feel no sorrow when you die.
I appear to be a living being,
But I'm just a shell, a shell of lies,
A shell that's dead inside.
I watch those around me grieve
And feel nothing but shame.
I'm crying because I feel no pain,
But I watch them writhe in agony.
I'm crying because I'm so detached,
Because I'm dead inside.

The Unicorn and the Dragon

The Unicorn, with His high steps,
Gracefully prances forth
To meet the Dragon in Her field.
Unlike everyone else,
He does not fear Her.
He is not afraid of Her teeth,
He is not afraid of Her claws,
He is not afraid of Her fire.
She looks up to greet Him,
Deep sorrow in Her eyes.
The Unicorn bows His horn to the ground;
The Dragon's eyes watch Him,
And She nods a hello.
Oh, She has missed Him.
With one swift step, the Unicorn
Sheds His ivory flanks
And bows to Her again,
And this time, the Unicorn is a Man.
The Dragon sheds Her smooth green scales,
Trading them for a dress.
The Unicorn smiles and meets Her gaze,
And then He takes Her hand.
The Dragon laughs, tears in Her eyes,
As they begin their dance.
All through the eve, He leads Her
In a dance of happiness.
The Unicorn and the Dragon,
With a burning love so strong,
Dance through the night.
They are not lovers;
They are best friends.
Two sad, broken hearts,
Two lonely, tender souls,
They learned to dance together,
They taught each other to love.
The Dragon trembles;
The Unicorn holds Her close.
He knows Her well enough to know
That, without Her scales,
She is exposed and afraid.
He promises to protect Her,
But She is not convinced.
Breaking free, She spreads Her wings,
And flies into the night.
The Unicorn is not surprised;
He, too, takes His original form.
He gallops after Her,
A streak of white,
Following the trail of tears.
The Dragon flies far out of reach
And rests on a steep cliff.
Her friend comes up the other side
And takes Her hand again.
He leads her in a different dance,
A dance of friendship true;
The Dragon and the Unicorn
Both whisper, "I love you."

Stabbed

Do I seem upset?
Do I really?
Maybe the fact that you
Just stabbed me
In the heart
With a butter knife
Has something to do with that.
Just maybe.

Wash Away

If I could simply wash away these tears,
I think I'd live again,
But I cannot send them down the drain
As easily as the soap from my hands.
If I could wash away this pain,
I would, in a heartbeat,
But it clings to me,
It tears at me,
And I'm falling apart.
If I could wash away this sadness,
I think I'd feel again,
But inside my heart is emptiness,
For I have drained it out.
If I could wash it all away,
I think I'd want to go on with life.

Touch of America

She will reach out and touch you,
Without you realizing it at all.
Her hand will brush you in the wind,
Her lips in every rain drop,
Her loving arms towering mountains,
And Her tears flow in rivers,
Tears for the fallen,
The ones who fell to protect Her.
She whispers to us in the trees,
Touches us with gentle rain,
Her breath the sigh of a breeze,
Her spirit in every child,
Every firework blast,
And She touches those who love Her.
If you slow down, look around,
You can feel the touch of America.

She Needs

You see her lying there, broken, bleeding.
You wonder what could help her, save her.
And you realize what she needs so desperately.

She needs someone to hold her,
Someone to tell her it's all right.
She needs someone to love her,
Someone to keep her safe each night.
She needs someone to teach her,
Someone to show her a reason to live.
She needs someone to know her,
Someone to see through her fibs.
She needs someone to earn her trust,
Someone she can talk to.
She needs someone to want her,
Someone who'll love her true.

She needs a safe place to rest her head,
Somewhere to finally breathe.
'Else, come morning, she may be dead,
Gone from the world she wanted to leave.
She needs a voice to soothe her to sleep,
A voice singing lullabies.
She needs to find a way to keep
Free of the dark and the lies.
She needs someone to make her warm,
Someone to love her forever.
But she wishes that she hadn't been born,
And it's a shame, for she's clever.

You've seen her lying there, broken, bleeding.
You wondered what could help her, save her.
And you realized what she needed so desperately.
But were you too late?