Tears of Mine

Tears

Tears of sadness...
Tears of pain...
Tears of lost chances...
Tears of not living...

Tears always seem to find me...
no matter how hard i try to hide..
Am I never gonna be free to live my llife
free of TEARS...

It feels like a pent up thunderstorm...
Maybe I should just stop trying to control it...
and let it go...
Let the storm out...
let it pour...
let it do what its suppose to...
stop taking cover and let it be...

Stop pretending its not raining...
Stop pretending youre all right...
Just stop...

Now I remember why I hate the rain. . .

At Least... One Day...

At least I can say 90 percent of what i feel is hate...

At least I can say I no longer go on thinking every second of every minute of every day, since that day, about you...

At least I can say Ive had quite a few great days since you...

At least I can say I'm willing to consider the possibility of falling in love, once again.

But...


One day I hope to feel 100 percent of indifference...

One day I hope to be able to say I don't think of you at all...

One day I hope EVERY day will be a great day...

One day I hope to fall in love and settle for nothing less...

Bloody Embrace

my arms embraced him as we met

my breath was warm against his neck

i did not know he'd strike a blow

quick and fast to my chest

he let me go and as i fell

on the floor i could not rest

i turned my head with heart in hand

he walked away without a glance

now he's gone

he left me here

all alone

bleeding tears...

Lizbeth Sanchez

Suffering

My heart suffers

my heart aches

my heart bleeds as it quakes



My heart slowly beats away

while it suffers

many pains



My heart listens to the cries

as it rips and tears inside

slowly dying from the fight

Lizbeth
 (wrote this back in July of 2005)

My Love... My Light... My Dark...

.. i think of love most constantly...
... to love and hate most frequently...
...my inner voice is but a dream...
... to see the light it feels a scheme...
... i fade away from his light and being...
... yet he is there. there's no believing....
... yet he is there the all known... seeing...
... to love and hate ... it means believing...

Unrequited Dream

I put my life on hold

For a story yet untold

Who knew that you’d unfold

a story, not my own


A true treasure I had wove

Words of love mighty, bold


Misguided child! Fool’s gold!


Here I am alone and cold

Again… again! Unconsoled

Who knew, not I, not foretold


a story never to behold

a story never to be more!

but just a dream and nothing more...

Lizbeth

Senses

you
over
power
my senses...
I SMELL your intoxicating scent...
captures my attention
I TOUCH the smooth surface of your skin...
love the way you feel
I TASTE the light caress of your lips...
sweet nectar
I SEE your eyes...
bask in the warmth of your blue sky's...
I HEAR you, and am content...
rhythmic baritone
of your voice...
I love
it.

Lizbeth Sanchez