...Still heart...

In fear she smiles,
In pain she laughs.
When tears are shed,
she sheds some too;
But hers are strangely of joy....not the emotion,
Just the laughter that embodies it.

In their pain,
She is at a loss.
She cant seem to come up with a way to console,
Because while they cry tears, possibly bleeding from the heart,
She is in awe of their emotions.

She listens and gazes in wonder,
Almost happy and giddy, fighting back the constant urge to laugh,
Which seems more of the beast than a beauty at times...
Waltzing before her, seeming to taunt her as it moves.

How is it that they can cry so freely and release their pain,
Yet she remains trapped as she is,
Doomed to not feel, and when she does seem to feel,
To only laugh? For when she tries hard to free her emotions,
She is sent back to the day they died.
As though cursed with only two choices:
To stay as she is, or return to when she stopped.

The pain is unbearable,
Like a knife twisting through her heart,
Seeming unable to decide if it should kill her or let her live.
Yet to feel again she must start from there,
Like time there froze, awaiting her return.

But the worst times are when they shed those tears,
And when she cares for them as best as she is capable,
But is unable to render any form of comfort to them in those times.
For weird and sad as it seems, her first instinct is to laugh when they cry!
And no, this is not in spite or in jest, for in her own way, she feels their pain.
But that is the only emotional symbol that remained unchained
So though she laughs, it does not mean she is happy,
For by no means is that so!

One asked if there was one thing she couldn't do,
That seemed to fascinate her.
For how do you answer that for all the many wonders I can perform,
I simply cannot be happy?
How do you answer that for all the many wonders I can perform,
The act of feeling is but a mystery to me?

In fear she smiles,
In pain she laughs,
Is there no other way to free her from this blissful-doom,
Than the other alternative which seems so intent on killing her with each try?

...Summer tears...

He wrote this for me, and I feel now I should let you see,
Just as he left it, so shall I let it be:

WHERE HEARTS HAVE CROSSED

A STAR HAS FALLEN

TO GIVE RISE TO A NEW SEASON

WHERE LIPS HAVE TOUCHED

A SPARK IS ARISEN

WITH EVERY DOUBT CASCADING

WHERE LOVE IS LOST

A FLAME FLICKERS OUT

IN HOPE OF ANOTHER TOMORROW

WHERE BLISS IS ATTAINED

A NEW LIFE AWAITS

WHERE TWO MAKE A VOW

WHERE FOR WORSE,POORE, OR IN SICKNESS

"TILL DEATH..." KEEPS THE PROMISE................

Did I cry? Aye, but not nearly enough...just the amount my frozen heart would let me squeeze out...
Do I mis him? Aye, not nearly over the shock...more than my frozen heart is meant to feel....

And no I dare say, we were neither lovers, nor potentially so....
Simply two people whose time clocks ticked together for a while in times past, until one ran out and the other was left yet alone again...