Heartache is a different pain
A cancer that grows inside
Tears, the only known relief
Like morphine when we've cried

Tears can be addictive though
This quiet liquid pain
It calms our screams a little while
But the heartaches still remain

Don't waste your tears on bad mistakes
You'll need them when it's right
Or maybe to say, "I'm sorry"
In the middle of some senseless fight

Tears can take the pain away
Though long it doesn't last
It's long enough to heal your heart
'Til your hurt has finally passed

Tears can cure a lot of things
That's bottled up inside
It heals the soul from the inside out
So don't be ashamed you cried

Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream

The dreams are plucked by young and old
Each night from the wishing ground
Then returned from whence they came
To the garden where they were found

Sometimes they're picked too early
That's when nightmares are born
Those are the dreams that's cast aside
Their roots then twisted and torn

The wishes are planted in Winter and Fall
And come to life in the Spring
The dreams in the garden have to be picked
To see what magic they bring

Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream

A momentary lapse of reason
Has brought me back to you
Even though I'll always know
The hurt you've put me through

With blinded eyes I come again
My heart won't let me leave
I can't deny the tears I cry
The evidence, on my sleeve

Doubt has now replaced the hope
That made my world worth while
Dread and fear will reappear
And steal away my smile

Like a puppet on a lonely stage
My strings are in your hands
I have no will to even feel
Just following your commands

I'm just going through the motions
Tired and feeling used
I tried today to stay away
But again, my heart refused

A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found
A place that you alone can see
Where love and hate abound

A poem is tears before you cry
Or a smile before you feel
A little pain your being craves
Before your heart can heal

A poem is memories cast aside
Before your mind is free
It's often dreams that's left behind
A misplaced destiny

A poem is what you feel inside
That makes you who you are
A poem is written with tears and blood
To mend that endless scar

A poem is felt before the words
And can cause your soul to bleed
A poem is never a state of mind
But a never ending need

Today I burned your letters
Filled with all your lies
The smell of broken promises
Even stung my eyes

I tore up all your pictures
And cast them in the flame
I washed my hands a thousand times
To free me of your shame

I tried to burn my memories
But the fire was way too hot
So I'll wait 'til you mean nothing
And be glad that I forgot

I tried to burn your kisses
But my lips couldn't reach the fire
So I found me someone new to love
That fills me with desire

Tomorrow I won't know you
It's her I'm thinking of
You'll no longer matter
Today I'm burning love

She walks through her garden of words
Choosing them carefully
She lays them all out leaving no doubt
The way it's supposed to be

All of her tears are standing in line
As she prepares to write
The darkness watches, and waits its turn
To hold her throughout the night

A sad song on her raido
Giving her tears their cue
The first one leaves finding her sleeves
As her pain starts breaking through

Her memories flooding her pen filled hand
She writes as fast as she can
Broken and mangled, her mind relents
Remembering her heartache again

Spilling her soul one drop at a time
She stumbles to her bed
Cleansing her mind, her words take their place
Knowing that all has been said

In this house that love built
Things are not the same
What once was filled with happiness
Is now just filled with blame

Mama started drinking again
When daddy stayed out late
With cold suppers on the table
Salted with tears of hate

No more friday night popcorn
Where we gathered to watch Tv
Now this house is filled with lies
Where once was honesty

What happened to the man an wife,
Who swore to love their spouse?
No one seems to remember me
They're strangers in my house

The little house that love built
Was sold the other day
They tell me that it wasn't my fault
At least that's what they say