They fall from my eyes in sheets of rain across my face.
That rain falls in the meadows of my agony.
the Meadows of my Agony bloom with new pain and sorrow,
and the cycle continues.
They fall form my eyes in sheets of rain across my face.
That rain falls into the streams of my pain.
The streams of my Pain flow into the oceans of my sorrow.
The oceans of my sorrow seem to disappear every day,
Only to return again once more.
They fall from my eyes in streams of sorrow across my face.
Those streams of sorrow created by the pain I caused you.
The pain you caused me.
The realization that we could never be together.
That good humored fun.
Those tears that we cried.
The feeling of never-ending loss.
That is what I feel now.
Now that I miss you.
Now that I have