February 2, 2007
Even in a hopeless dream, even in a darkened heart, hope rends happiness to shreds leaving this lonely feeling. Tear drops fall like brass buttons into a tin cup.
The world feels like it is crying with me. It feels like the world is crying with me.
The steady rain beats a tattoo upon the pavement and if feels as though the world is crying with me.
The tears will not flow, but with the steady down pour of rain, it is as if the world is crying for me.
“Hope has rent my heart to shreds!”
“Did you just say “rent?”
“Yes.”
“I always liked the way you wrote – bombastic and sincere at the same time.”