Sitting on the brink of my eyelids
The tears threaten to fall
I struggle to hold them back in vain
But they softly roll down my cheeks
There seems gratification
Even in the throbbing
It’s something that I do not understand
Never did, never will
The pillow provides the solace
As though it were my only friend
I bury my face into it
There is no stopping after that
Every bead has a story to tell
Of my love, of my pain…
I smile through the tears despite
As peace envelopes my heart...
