Crying

Rivers,
Were do they come from, were do they start?
In my eyes, in my soul or in my heart?
They grow bigger and bigger, its like pulling a trigger.
You are the to my rivers,
you cause them to flood the land in which they flow.
Deeper and deeper these trenches grow,
Cascading down my cheeks and racing to my pillow.
Tears,
Trickling down my cheeks, making me feel weak, it's been so hard I can't even sleep.
I have become some kind of zombie like freak. But this is all just a state in which i can escape,
when my screaming thoughts are hushed by your laughter, and my racing heart is calmed by the promise of happily ever after.

~* Lady Blackthorne