This Lonely teardrop

As I sit here...I think
About how mch you have meant to me
A single teardrop begins to fall down my face
And, this teardrop symbolizes all that you meant to me
All the jokes, and positive memories..I can feel slipping away
As this tear begins its descent down my face.

While this teardrop falls past my cheek, I wonder if things would ever be the same
If I'm the one to blame, or if we were handed the wrong cards to begin this game in the first place.
Holding my hand up to recieve a catch...and realizing that it wasnt mine, but I still got attached
And it began to scratch the surface of something that had concrete foundation
And now that its gone.....its back to reality
But it will always cross my mind,
Although I can see clearly, I am now perfectly blind
And now my ride on cloud 9 is over, as I begin to fall... like this tear drop

And now, as this tear drop dangles off of my chin, more tears begin to fall,
But it was the one teardrop, that was the most important of all
But as it drops I feel my best friend sliping away,
The one who I can tal to about anything,
The one who I wouldnt have to be fake or phony with
Because I was never judged
And as the tears fall I wish things were back to the way they was
That teardrop...that one..lonely....teardrop...stands alone
It was the archetype of my happiness and the foundation of my smile......and its gone
Something that took years to establish.....but gone as fast as...
A teardrop falling down my face.....

Thank you by Jasmine Siobhan and Will Dennis

Thank You *takes a bow*

Hunger for success but no appetite Happiness
I’m trying to be the catalyst, to this chemical imbalance
And, as we re-establish what we went through in the past
We both are aware that times have changed.
No longer is love the question
Although it was always the exception
Fighting through the deception of what love showed us.
And now its seems that being “in love” and “loving are in two distinct directions
And no matter how we attempt to keep our feelings of another within our own discretion....People seem to notice.

Real eyes have finally opened up to realize those real lies
as we were mystified by what was love, and when the dust settled,
We saw the lust that our relationship was really built upon
No foundation
Just sweet nothingness called infatuation
Infatuated by what we thought was destiny
But now we see it was just a lesson
The Lesson: “Dont rush love, just let it happen”

Each lesson can be split into different chapters to prevent disaster but....we failed to read in between the lines
And once sublime now wishing that the sands of the hour glass ran out of time.
Wishing that we never met
Never said our first words
Never had our first kiss
Erasing what we thought was realm of positive possibilities
Love? Maybe
All the while stuck...regretting our iniquities

Floating through life leaving the remnants of us behind
Reminiscing on what could have, what would have, what never will be
Attempting to find motives to move on
Not knowing when love will strike again

So now a shield of uncertainty is placed in front of us because now our past will further affect our future
As we are moving "onto the next one”, we will compare our current to our past one
Although our eyes will be focused on a new chapter...we will never forget the previous...
So for this...I thank you