My heart is mealting
Bit by bit
Onto the hardened Earth
Every drop that hits the ground
Is where a tear will grow

They are not noticable at first,
Growing slowly
Because I can not die standing still.
As I float around
I drip more heart to the ground
Planting a garden of tears as I go.

And when the lst drip falls
I grip my empty chest in pain,
And when that last drip lands,
My dead cold body falls to the ground.

Soon my tears will bloom,
But I will never see them
For it was my lifeless shell
That was used to feed them.

I may be gone forever,
But my tears will always bloom
And those who knew me will remember
The tears that are mine
So beautiful and soft to touch
Yet painstakingly grown with care
No one will remember me for me.
But they will remember my tears
ETERNALLY.

3-30-98
~*~MBJ~*~