Half A Poem

I laughed. The other option was to cry, But she was looking so I had to laugh Or show myself as weak - I cried inside, Where only I could see my many tears That poured like fountains of my sorrow, My joy, my pain, my peace, my hate, my love. I thought she was the pinnacle of love: A flower that comforts the ones who cry, A beam of light that ends the worst sorrow, A joy that causes chuckle then a laugh That then explodes and ends with lovely tears. This girl, she made me feel these things inside. I never told her what I felt inside My silly dreams of life with her in love With me, I thought one kiss would seal the tears Which spread throughout a heart that bled to cry, Recalling not the day of sharing laugh- ter: friends became a mist in the sorrow. And there was my downfall- in my sorrow Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis