Pushing the length of your hair back and out of your face,
Watching streams of tears fight to fall at a frenzied pace,
Pain seeps through the brave gasps you take.
A fight to hold back screams,
Both of us in fetal position, holding on to love gone like crack fiends,
Sucking at the air looking for the love they say blooms in spring breeze,
Eyes to the sky looking for who's hearing our lovelorn pleas.
If we love each other, how can this be the end?
How can a love lost become just a friend?
How can forever be just these years?
And what happened to the love that erased all my fears?
Is this the same place I used to call my home?
How can this be now we're both alone?
Twelve seasons come and gone, met us together,
Like the strongest of oaks, we've lasted all weather,
So why now, what once so strong is light as a feather?
And here while you try to brush away my tears you forget,
That we've both changed from the day we first met,
And less than a blessing, both filled with regret.
We fought like wolves caught under a full moon,
And prayed that the waning of the signs came soon.
Year after year resolutions brought butterflies from cocoons.
I used to believe that love conquered all,
But this is proof that even love can't make a short man tall,
And no miracles can be made without rainfall.
Rainfall was one thing, we sat trapped in a thunderstorm,
Swirling in a hurricane running on hearts torn,
Amidst a disaster of which no good could be born.
Hearts broken. Tears dried.
Burns earned from all we tried
Gripping each other, this the last time
And through it all You're Still Pretty When You Cry.
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