Tear’s At Any Cost

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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You see those tears that run to form a valley sea They’re not really honestly meant for me You beat your hands, unclasp them then to ask Why I’m not real with you and unmask Why I’m not baying at that moon for you Why I’m not home earlier for tea, whew! I’ve not been gone but a minute or two, And every word I utter you misconstrue You see those tears that run to form a valley They’re not really honestly meant for me They’re like those rose petals after their flowering, honey They’re opaque and confused. Insufficiently, Loved by in number by everyone, honey... They’re a well never to be filled or paled, honey So, how am I going to deal with that winter tales thorn? That only knows how to bleed forlorn. You see those tears that run to form a valley sea They’re not really honestly meant for me I’m just a mirrors taciturn reflection blue I’m just the sucker you wade on through Applying, makeup to hide the real you Empty and lost; wanting never to be alone At any cost you’re always unbeknown To me and even you the real you is unseen Hiding behind a veil, screen. You see those tears that run and then form a sea They’re not really honestly meant for me. They’re always about you and your instant frown It’s always about you In the middle of a nervous breakdown Trying to keep your pride and me from leaving at any cost

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