Falling Tears

Falling Tears

A Poem by Xander West

Falling Tears

I walk this path of bleak and gray,
Forever afraid of what I must say,
Leaves fall slowly to an icy ground,
My heavy heart beating the only sound,
Trees barren, hollow and sadly forsaken,
Like my breaking heart, already taken.

I walk alone this cold wintery night,
Forever alone, not a single soul in sight,
My abyss I ever wonder to protect you,
Terrified of such pain I could never undue,
No more sorrow sight than to see you cry,
Each tear falling, love never meant to die.

Such pain, such love, how could this life ever be,
Such hope, such dread, knowing all I will never come to see,
Such tears, so many tears, falling of what could never be.

I think back as I walked next to your sweet smile,
Lovely laughter echoing every once a while,
The sun casting rays shining softy upon your hair,
As birds gently glide singing above in the air,
Heavenly memories of a time seem meant to be,
Yet only by letting go of a love can I set you free.

I walk alone this cold wintery night,
Forever alone, not a single soul in sight,
My abyss I ever wonder to protect you,
Terrified of such pain I could never undue,
No more sorrow sight than to see you cry,
Each tear falling, love never meant to die.

Such pain, such love, how could this life ever be,
Such hope, such dread, knowing all I will never come to see,
Such tears, so many tears, falling of what could never be.

I travel in the solace of your whole heart,
In hopes that I never shatter love apart,
A whisper of my soul slowly fades away,
As i think upon the tears of that last day,
Never to forgive such pain I might cast,
Knowing sunny days never forever last.

I walk alone this cold wintery night,
Forever alone, not a single soul in sight,
My abyss I ever wonder to protect you,
Terrified of such pain I could never undue,
No more sorrow sight than to see you cry,
Each tear falling, love never meant to die.

Such pain, such love, how could this life ever be,
Such hope, such dread, knowing all I will never come to see,
Such tears, so many tears, falling of what could never be.

I admire from the shadows your sweet smile,
The distance so short but seemingly endless miles,
The laughter as he hold your hand tenderly,
Oh, my bleak pains of what could never be,
Yet lovingly happy to see you smile brightly,
Only by hiding my love, could I ever set you free.

I walk alone this cold wintery night,
Forever alone, not a single soul in sight,
My abyss I ever wonder to protect you,
Terrified of such pain I could never undue,
No more sorrow sight than to see you cry,
Each tear falling, love never meant to die.

Such pain, such love, how could this life ever be,
Such hope, such dread, knowing all I will never come to see,
Such tears, so many tears, falling of what could never be.

Forever cast in purgatory, my hell of gray,
No harder words could a man ever say,
To watch the love of your life walk away,
Knowing eternal pain to be the only way,
To have her whole and smiling every day,
Yet in my torn heart, she shall forever stay.

I walk alone this cold wintery night,
Forever alone, not a single soul in sight,
My abyss I ever wonder to protect you,
Terrified of such pain I could never undue,
No more sorrow sight than to see you cry,
Each tear falling, love never meant to die.

Such pain, such love, how could this life ever be,
Such hope, such dread, knowing all I will never come to see,
Such tears, so many tears, falling of what could never be.

© 2017 Xander West


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all your poems i feel like they are songs..filled with pain... but it reaches out and touches the soul..
i know the pain .. because i do write many of my poems..with the help of it :)

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Xander West
Xander West

Suffolk, United Kingdom



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I lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..

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