Post by allmeheart on Jul 5, 2005 17:30:37 GMT -6
“Bottled Tear”
The stiff body dressed in fine clothing
Lay in the mahogany casket
The young woman’s head resting on a silken pillow framed w/ lace
A sibling of the deceased woman glanced down at his sister
She was wearing an emerald green velvet dress to match her eyes
Her scarlet red lips were beautiful against her pale complexion
The little boy couldn’t look away and he began to frown
He didn’t understand why his sister had hung herself
Out of the corner of his watery eyes something caught his eye
It was a small glass vile w/ a droplet of liquid inside
He turned to the person standing beside him and asked what it was
The person happened to be the man who had found her body
He told the woman’s sibling that she had been firmly grasping the vile
When she was found frozen from the harsh weather
The little boy stood in shock
As he whispered “The bottled tear…”
A month before his sister’s death he had barged into her room one night
He discovered her staring into the very same vile
W/ blood dripping from her freshly slit wrist
She had been chanting “my bottled tear of sympathy”
Moments later he left the room after promising her never to tell of what he’d seen
The little boy began to cry hysterically
Everywhere he went in the funeral home he heard people muttering
“What’s that vile in the casket for?”
Each time someone asked him he would shrug stating he didn’t know
The boy died w/ the precious secret
And nobody but him ever understood his sister’s sorrow
Or the reason behind the bottled tear
~Jessica~
The stiff body dressed in fine clothing
Lay in the mahogany casket
The young woman’s head resting on a silken pillow framed w/ lace
A sibling of the deceased woman glanced down at his sister
She was wearing an emerald green velvet dress to match her eyes
Her scarlet red lips were beautiful against her pale complexion
The little boy couldn’t look away and he began to frown
He didn’t understand why his sister had hung herself
Out of the corner of his watery eyes something caught his eye
It was a small glass vile w/ a droplet of liquid inside
He turned to the person standing beside him and asked what it was
The person happened to be the man who had found her body
He told the woman’s sibling that she had been firmly grasping the vile
When she was found frozen from the harsh weather
The little boy stood in shock
As he whispered “The bottled tear…”
A month before his sister’s death he had barged into her room one night
He discovered her staring into the very same vile
W/ blood dripping from her freshly slit wrist
She had been chanting “my bottled tear of sympathy”
Moments later he left the room after promising her never to tell of what he’d seen
The little boy began to cry hysterically
Everywhere he went in the funeral home he heard people muttering
“What’s that vile in the casket for?”
Each time someone asked him he would shrug stating he didn’t know
The boy died w/ the precious secret
And nobody but him ever understood his sister’s sorrow
Or the reason behind the bottled tear
~Jessica~
