they spilled seemingly unending
no matter how hard i tried
to stem their flow
they wouldn't stop
until i gave in and let them go
let them run freely
onto the hardwood
the stain spreading
like blossoming flowers
unfurling and reaching
they were full of every sorrow
my heart had held
without sound or reserve
just a steady stream
hoping to empty the stores
of broken dreams and
aching cries never let go
one thing after another
tumbling and falling
tripping and skating
hoping to change these eyes
from the hard jade
to the soft brown
they'd once been
then when i dared
to attempt a breath again
i realized how ironic it was
that i let it all go
painting the floor
with a garden of pained orchids
but it was the only way i'd have it
i had to be alone and silent
with no one else as witness
if i couldn't have done it
in the safety of your arms
© 2008 NikesRain
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