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Tears Behind a Smile

Updated: May 18

I envy the rain that kisses your skin, A soft touch I can't feel, never will again. Closer than my hands could ever be, I ache for that touch, that closeness, that need. I envy the wind, your clothes it caresses, A whispering lover, in quiet confessions.


It moves where I can no longer go, Closer than your shadow, a tender blow. I wished you the best, all the world’s delight, Told you to go, to find your own light.

I said there’s no wrong, no blame to forgive, But I thought you'd return, thought you'd still live, In my arms, in my world, where I’d hold you tight, But all you found was sorrow,

heartbreak, and night.


I'm jealous of the nights that slip through your hands, Wondering if you're with someone else, making plans. I lie awake, lost in shadows and doubt, Wishing I could be the one you're thinking about.

I envy the love that once bloomed in here, Now shared with another, with someone more near.


I loved you more than words could ever explain, But now all I feel is this ache and this pain. I wished you the best, all the world’s delight, Told you to go, to find your own light.


But I thought you'd return, thought you'd still live, In my arms, in my world, where I’d hold you tight, But all you found was sorrow, heartbreak, and night.


As I sink into silence, I fade in the sand, You slip through my fingers, like grains in my hand. Another day dies, as I smile through the tears, Living in shadows, haunted by fears.

I wished you the best, all the world’s delight, Told you to go, to find your own light.

 
 
 

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