You may not see my blood stained tears
As I walk through this rain
You may not even care to lend a hand
to wipe these tears
I may have bowed at your feet
But to what end?
I may have confessed my love
But does it really matter now?
I'll keep walking in the rain
Hoping someday,
I'll find courage
To deny my feelings for...you
You may not see
my blood stained tears
As I walk through this rain
You may not even care to lend a hand
To wipe these tears
YOU ARE READING
Sojourner
PoetryWe won't journey on forever. Someday, our dreams will cease to exist. But I believe that fantasy turns to reality- when we learn to submit- at our breaking point. We need to wake up. We can't live in fantasy