How can I show affection,
For a love I cannot even posses?
This turning of the tides has swayed me,
And the tide can always change directions.
But-
I cannot be bound by the determines of fate.
My wings have been singed but can be mended.
Tears are only symbols of memories,
And scars only memories of the past.
So-
These scars mean more than angst,
And these saltine tears that run down my face,
Are blurred uncrystalline by the ranking blood of my soul,
That cries into the dampening night only to survive.