They said we were as different
As the night is from the day...

I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair...

My passion sits beneath a stone
A place where I can't go...

She sits all alone in an empty room
And silently watches it rain...

Sometimes secrets can be hard to find
They stay hidden so far out of sight...

I wish I knew where tears come from
The eyes are where they show...

I borrowed your old picture
I just couldn't help myself...

I was going to write a sad poem
But my nephew shot himself...

She got it a week before Christmas
Like every year before...

Poets will try to hide their pain
Where tears will go unseen...