Weeping Willow

  

Come lay upon

my tear stained pillow

and become with me

this weeping willow

as I take refuge

and comfort

in her weeping branches

I ask her

if life, might be so kind 

to grant second chances

so I no longer have to

hide inside

 her sweeping branches...

 

and now

I weep and I cry

for one more day

that's gone by

And I weep and I cry

that

I lived one more lie

Remembering

my distant dreams

from a long time ago

The ones that I abandoned

Forgotten

Pushed aside

 then let go

 

That’s right

I sold them out

after I wrapped them up

Then

Tossed them out to sea

And then

I let myself

become everything

I never wanted to be

 and now as I observe this girl

the one

I now see in the mirror

I hope that maybe

she might help,

to make this all

a little bit clearer

because there she looks so peaceful

calm

and content

and I can

view her

with a little less hatred

yes a little less resent

but then I recall

everything that she did to me

and all those dreams

that she

so decietfuly

hid from me

and now

I no longer want to see her

And

I no longer want to be her

And when she speaks

I try not to hear her

And when she hurts

I try not to feel her

Because she is a mis-repersentation

She is not the real me

After she sold out

And became everything

I never wanted to be

and when I sit here all alone

and stare at her face

I weep and i cry

and blame her

for my

- fall from grace

And I wish somehow

That these tears

could bring

that other girl back to me

the one from another time

the one i wish so hard

I could again make mine

and as I mourn for her

all alone in the night

for one brief moment

at least something feels right

and as I allow myself

to become this

melancholy tree

I try to find out

how I let myself

loose the real me

but with the arrival of morning

this all has to come to an end

because it is time now

to go back out

and to re- live

All of our lies

all over again…….