When the night draws near I cower because in the dark I cry.
Continually asking myself, "why?"
And it is not until the morning comes that my tears run dry.
I wipe the tears from my face.
In a few seconds there will be no trace.
To me they seem like such a waste
Of emotions given in haste.
The tears no longer run in a stream.
That could only be a dream.
I am no longer able to disclose my desire
Because of things that have happened prior.
My eyes burn the next day
A constant reminder of the price I pay.
At first glance no one detects
But through my eyes a sadness reflects.
I find myself growing colder and colder.
To me it's better than a fire left to smolder.
So I bide my time and wait.
For something I'm afraid may come too late.
By the time that "something" comes my heart may be a rock.
Something that takes more than just a key to unlock.
For reasons, I've built up my defenses.
Maybe it'll be you who'll be so relentless.
Unafraid of the barriers I've built.
Understanding that even roses wilt.
Roses thorns may cut deep.
At times they may even cause you to weep.
"A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet." (Shakespeare)
I've been fooled by lines such as these, they cause me to retreat.
You can cry because roses have thorns, or
You can rejoice because thorns have roses.
Try to figure out my heart,
And I may soon become a flying dart.
I've developed this into a fine art.
I would much rather feel toward you distain.
Than to ever let you cause me pain.
I'm tired of playing games.
I have never been a helpless dame.
Don't try to save me, that's not the way to my heart.
That just pushes us further apart.
Be wise to breaking down the wall.
I've built it quite tall.
One day it might fall.
Maybe one day you'll be worthy of a token
To help piece back together my heart that was broken.
Show me that you're willing to take the time
Even if only to earn a dime.
A dime each day can be the best investment you've ever made...
The love of your life you would never trade.
