Tears.

Somewhere in this dark and lonely world,
I walk alone and wish for rain,
To let these over drawn tears fall out.

I wish I could tell you
How much I really miss you
But when I do,
All that comes out is bitter.

I taste my words,
They've changes since we've last spoken.
They drip with hatred for you.
But taste of lust,
And hint to love.

The only things I trust,
Are my tears.
They don't taste of love,
They taste like the ocean,
They drip down onto the floor,
Never to be seen again.

But the words I speak to you,
Linger in the air,
Waiting to be processed.

So I walk alone.
Down this dark road of life.
Waiting, wishing and hoping.
Looking longingly up at the sky for the rain.
So I can finally trust one thing about me.

My own tears.