sorrow's tears

 
in my blue times  
I cry on the inside  
keeping it all in  
never letting anyone see  
 
my tears frozen fail to fall  
there are no salty kisses on my cheeks  
bringers of sweet relief  
that never comes
 
melancholy and I are dear friends  
she tends to my wounds  
and makes sure all my feelings are kept close  
lest there be an emotional uprising  
 
she is a lady of propriety  
no nonsense while she is around  
the flood gates must remain closed  
or true sorrow would abound  
 
he and I are not close  
in fact he is an enemy  
the one I fear as I lie in bed at night  
in my nightmares he strangles my soul  
taking hold there permanently  
 
I have no where to go  
so I succumb to him utterly  
while melancholy watches on helplessly  
as a man breaks our heart