It washes over us in wave upon wave

The despair of those of us who are alone

It is dark, and it smells bad but we are

Comfortable in its presence



Picking up the pieces of our souls

As the ones we love walk away forever

They can't see our pain, or they just don't care

About the depth of our hurt



Foolish we are who love so deeply

We never learned to close the doors of our hearts

And the ones who would take advantage know this

They see the target, and seldom do they miss



The tears stain our cheeks like warpaint

Our eyes rimmed in red, our noses running

A crying jag we can't stop, no one can see

The one we cry for doesn't stop to look



The pain is ours to bear alone, in silence

With a certain song playing on the stereo

To remind us of what we wanted most

It wasn't much, just to be wanted



Take a jagged breath, and wipe our eyes

Take a bath, put on some perfume

And go out into the world as if all were good

We will wait until dark before we cry again



Tears of fools always fall in the dark

With no one to see but our demons

Who laugh at our foolish hopes and dreams

The salt of our tears burns the open wounds of our heart



The heart will heal in time souls become whole

Then we fall in love again, and we wait

For the disappointment, the pain, the end

So we may again cry the tears of fools

A poem by Tammy� 2000

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