SOMETIMES LOVE FALLS APART FOR VARIOUS REASONS.
THIS POEM HAPPENS TO REFLEX ON A LOVE THAT HAS
FALLEN APART.
WAITING FOR THE LAST TEARDROP TO FALL
This is my last time I'm waiting on anyone
I've packed my bags; I've got a ticket for one
Your never here, your always there, you never call
I'm waiting for the last teardrop to fall
In the beginning you were a hero to me
What you have put me through, everyone sees
I guess you think I'm blind to it all
I'm waiting for the last teardrop to fall
I'm tired of being lonely night after night
When you are home all we do is fuss and fight
I'm holding onto something that will never stand tall
I'm waiting for the last teardrop to fall
Every night I watch you walk out that door
It's like clockwork, its quarter till four
I know where you're going, you know what I saw
I'm waiting for the last teardrop to fall
This is farewell, I've had enough, I'm leaving tonight
With all that has been said, you know its right
I've cried so many tears; I've given it my all
I'm not waiting for the last teardrop to fall...
by Richard Lee Cook
Copyright 2011
AN SILVERFEATHER CREATION