Your crimson tears stay flowing,
But your singing voice stays calm,
It’s like your catching raindrops,
They keep their shape while resting in your palms.
You protect them like they’re fragile,
Like they’re your heart placed in your hands,
You admire it as long as you please,
While the hourglass drips it’s sand.
You smile while they rest there,
As the tears stream down your cheeks,
Even though your day dreaming,
It feels like days turning into weeks.
You let go of your grip on reality,
And you choose to stay in this dream,
Because even though you seem happy,
You can’t always believe what you see.
Written By Shaydee A. Ault