These tears I find trickling down my face
are tears of joy or disgrace?
The love I offer with arms outstretched
is love that's taken, then why am I distressed!
The questions I ask with an expectant heart
get answers in half, leave my heart torn apart.
I hold on tight incase theres no 'morrow,
I hold back tears that are burdened with sorrow.
I try not to wind my arms around too tight,
for annoyance is all that it might ignite.
A peck on my forehead, a peck on my cheek.
Does it show affection or a g'bye thats piqued?
These actions, these emotions, these questions and why's,
These questions await an answer in hopes to never be denied....