Wooo! Another angsty Starfire poem with hints of Robin!
A few things: 1) You know what I just noticed? Actually I noticed it a while ago and only now remembered to say something. Anyway, the fourth poem in the collection, Lost and Found, has the same name as chapter one of The Bleeding Heart Show. Crazy, no? 2) I posted a songfic at my deviant art account (link on my profile). You should check it out. 3) I'm considering ending this collection of poems sometime soon and maybe later starting another one (I probably should've saved Five for last but whatever). How long should I keep this collection going?
Disclaimer: Wet and muddy bricks make me sad. I don't own TT.
She'll sit and she'll sigh
But she won't cry
If for no other reason than the tears are all gone
She's become jaded to tears
(There must be another way to grieve)
Loss is dealt with every day
So she's become used to tears
And they no longer help
They no longer wash the sadness away
They no longer heal the hurt
They merely are
(They no longer serve a purpose)
And if you're grieving, things that just are don't help
They need to do things
They need to take the pain away from you
(Or take you away from the pain)
And that those tears no longer help
Well, it's a good thing
Because she's long since run out of tears
And besides, tears don't say anything
They don't tell a story, the story that needs to be told
The tears come from the eyes, and only the eyes can tell the story
But the eyes only tell the story if you let them
And she isn't letting them
If for no other reason than she doesn't know which story to tell
(She has so many she could write a book)
So for now she'll sit
She'll sit and she'll sigh
But she won't cry
She won't cry