A Silent Tear
After all he has done and all the lies he
has told,
it is still his heavy hand she holds.
And if her soul would not ache
and if her heart would not break,
she would leave him their without a clue,
without a care, that is what she would do.
But their love, she feared, she could not
replace,
her heart a cold and empty space.
And a silent tear rolled down her face.
And as his rage and anger left his face
and shame and sorrow took their place,
he stood there crying at her door.
Telling her he loves and needs her more
and more,
he makes the same broken promises
he has made so many times before.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens
the door,
she holds him tight and tells him it will be
alright.
She helps him into bed,
he falls asleep as she gently strokes his
head.
Picking up the broken plates
she thinks of all the dreams they had,
a life of love and happiness and all that
might have been
now nothing more than a shattered
faraway dream.
She sits in her silence, deafened by her
screams.
As she lay down in bed that night
he pulled her close and held her tight,
she did not bother to put up a fight.
And a silent tear rolled down her cheek
as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She heard the front door slam,
and in he stormed with his heavy hand.
Bearing rage and anger she had not seen
before
she ran to the bedroom and locked the
door.
As the door flew open she screamed with
fright,
please baby please not tonight.
He did not hear her cries and pleas',
and quickly they were replaced by
screams.
Picking herself up off the floor
she ran to the bathroom and slammed
the door.
He cries on the other side of the door,
I love you and need you more and more.
He makes the same broken promises
he has made so many times before.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens
the door,
she holds him tight and tells him it will be
alright.
She helps him into bed,
he falls asleep as she gently strokes his
head.
Picking up the broken plates a smile
comes across her face,
my soul it will not ache and my heart it
will not break.
Holding a jaggered piece of broken plate,
so softly she whispers, it is time to leave
this place.
And a silent tear rolls down her face.
|