i would write anytime
in my dreams
or on paper
my tears would stain
a small river
of unseen words
that i never said
i can feel it
the bond breaking, busting.
your emotionless self
won't know the tears
and how they simply spell
as the child beside me
sleeps so peacefully
"you were my reason
to live another day
to really want to stay
to laugh my pain away"
but now my only reason
that i must keep quiet
is so i won't wake
this sleeping child.
