The sleep breaks out into restless dreams some nights,
I don’t know if it’s a longing or anguish of letting go
The tears that stream down, scar my face at times
As they evaporate in the hidden valleys of my heart
The simmering lava of the pain sizzles on some days
Like the silence of the dead volcano waiting to erupt
The thoughts that keep floating around in my head
are now jumbled as they mix up past and future
It is my mind that’s keeping the love alive
Tiny pieces of my heart are too weak to hope anymore
As my soul goes about it’s quest of life
It’s my tears, fears, heart, silence and my love that matters
I once thought it was all about you...
Now I know it was not...yes it was never about you
It was always about me !
