Teardrops are like the rain.
They come and they go.
They wash away pain, and they make hope grow.
When Mother Nature allows the earth to storm.
My heart looks on quietly feeling safe and warm.
Remembering you spirit of mine,I think back to better times.
Somewhere faraway, I know you too are sitting quiet and warm.
Feeling my spirit in the wind of the night's bitter sweet storm.

For a brief moment in time, I close my eyes and there you are.
Right beside me, and keeping me warm.
I hold on tight but when, I open my eyes you're gone.
Leaving me all alone, with only the wind from the midnight storm.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem