ocean of emotions

Before twilight

that night

the letter I did write

realizing I was no longer your Snow White,

when it seemed as though no one cared,

my heart broke and sunk into an ocean of emotion,

Because you hadn't replied,

my love 

my heart had died

with an anchor tied to weigh it down.

I could've drowned in my glass tears

for they fell on deaf ears;

it seemed as though I had cried 

my life 

my soul 

out through my eyes.

So I went out not too far

just to my car

and cried to the heavens:

"For today I have feigned (hope)

Take away my pain

my sorrow

my anguish;

make these feelings cease

in return for peace.

It doesn't seem like an equal trade,

but for my actions I have already paid."

I can't lean or be seen

crying on my own shoulder.

These feelings making my heart colder,

smoldering with hate.

I'm just irrate

because our dates 

and fate you did abate,

you can't relate

to the feelings I dictate

and don't negate 

those emotions I know

you hide below.

No more souls aglow

you're no longer my beau,

but you've dealt me the blow

of my life.

But the man upstairs 

cares about 

my affairs,

and heard my prayers.

He cried with me 

(the rain that night)

for me

to see

that I wasn't alone.

My heart was sewn,

and no longer do I moan

and groan

about the gravestone 

that you gave to me.