Widow’s Tears~by Norman Wilson

remember, say it while your alive


Widow’s Tears

Her tears fall upon her pillow
While she lies, in a state of awake
From her sleepless nights alone
For the wanting of his face

Plans of holidays no longer matter
For all days are just the same
As her love is gone forever
While her eyes pour out the rain

She wanders her darken halls
Where lights do not matter
For each step, that she takes
Her teardrops start to gather

She searches aimlessly
Staring into nothingness from eyes
For everything she touches
She wallows out a tearful sigh

Her heart forever broken
From words that are never said
She spends her nights alone
Crying into her pillow on her bed

I am re-posting for a special friend
and it is one of my favorites

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