9-15-13 No one can explain a mans emotions. The need to fight. To protect. Were bruised. A constant wave of an avalanche. We try to make things right. Our way of life. Destined to search for what weve got- a needless treasure hunt. WE HOLD OUR TEARS Nature sets its coarse. Limb by limb. But does love grow like a flower? A tree is the life of me. Our love is not delicate; blown over with wind. It stands tall. Built strong. Courage is the towering oak. WE HOLD OUR TEARS Climb on our limbs; we stand firm. Nests, shade, protection. A temple in its wake. But trim our leaves with caution. Climb, but not to high. Delicate rings grow beneath our bark. WE HOLD OUR TEARS Take advantage of our view. Burn us, cut us and we fall like thunder in a cave echoing roars of anger. Our love is strong but falls in heaps. Dont uprooted us; we will grow again. This is why men say... WE HOLD OUR TEARS
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 09:02:59 +0000