My tear has a companion
That slides down the skin
Soaking up excess feeling
Dragging them from within
Yet one can never erase the past
Or the look upon a face
Devastation, hallucination, hope
All in one
A priceless picture, a web spun
Yet to capture
One would have to be highstrung
My tear has a companion
It brims on the edge of my eye
Slipping but never cascading down
A raindrop from the sky
It could be lost within a puddle.
Consumed by the infectious and still be pure
Because my tear has a companion
And isn't it simply lovely my dear |