Weeping Willows, Tear Stained Pillows,
Just another chapter in the past.
The one who's torch is, the one it scortches,
Never enough to last.
A moment for sighing, inside I'm dying,
My eyes hear a noiseless glare.
Attend to grieveng, emotions so decieving,
So much torment, so unprepared.
Weeping willows, tear stained pillows,
As I write more of the past.
All for nothing, lost in something,
Never made good enough to last.
© Kelli Ritter