tears

poems of tears, death.

As tears stream down my face
I think what might have been
This surrounds me every minute
As i wander through this dream.


A tear fell from her cheek as she realised what she had done.
The blood on her hands would always be there.
She missed him already.


A tear ran down her face and landed on a petal of the red rose she held so dearly.
She laid the flower on the grave, knelt down and the heavens opened.
An angel appeared; the face she recognised,
'Please don't cry'
Said that oh so familiar voice.


She felt the cold of a tear run down her pure white face,
She couldnt figure out why it was her,
Why it couldn't be someone else,
There must have been a mistake,
This wasnt the life she wanted,
Nor the life her parents wanted for her, if only...