What these tears don't show
is how emotions seem to collide.
Silent screams and pleas for help,
an aid when forced to decide.
Burning drops run down the cheeks
that once spread in a smile.
They leak out of bloodshot eyes
that have turned hostile.
Sadness, agony, sheer confusion
is what the smile just can't hide.
An intense battle is being fought,
a war between love and pride.
At one time it seemed that love had won,
or at least was on top for a while.
So soon this satanic warrior arrived
and put that love on trial.
A stain on personality
these feelings have bleached the soul inside.
They've singed the mind and scorched the heart,
In the core is where they reside.
Pulling in opposite directions
it seems neither one can win.
But one will come through and the other will lose,
for this weary lover's will is wearing thin.
Passion still burns as the war rages on,
but can the other lover provide?
She's unsure if he's the one,
though she dreams of being his bride.
She may come alive sometime soon
but as of now lies torn apart,
with a stamp across her forehead that reads:
"Died of a broken heart".
