I weep in my bed, as I heard about the terror
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|9||heart and soul|
That one of my best friends committed suicide
As I look into the mirror, I saw a tear for my
Loneliness; A tear for her, A tear for me...
A tear for the long memories we had...A labor
Of tears set against joy's undoing.
I would hide pain with laughter, as the hurt bubbles
To the surface...I ask God to dry my tears in a hurry.
I remember when you were a ballerinaa; dancing away
Your loneliness through the hours of nights!
Your arms, hands, and fingers above your head, poised high
Ankles crossed, upon your toes... I would look at you and cry.
You only danced to ease the pain. Yes, he hurt you, but you couldn't
Endure it all...You were one of my best friends...beautiful in each
And every way - like fresh flowers, ready to bloom...full of life,
Yet no one ever knew that deep down inside you were still full of pain.
You were like a rock, no one ever got through...at least we thought we did
Here and there, these falling tears seems to come now and then-----
Whenever you were down, and had a frown, we were there to bring you back up!
And make you smile, oh, how you smiled! Now you're gone, and your smile
I still see, but these falling tears, will never cease.
"If we will seek the counsel of the One who keeps us, and not of our own understanding; Then we would accomplish much, much more" - ~Jeannie Simpson~