late at night
as the city sleeps in slumber
and i surrender my minutes
until my exit
as i gaze out the window
to the flicker of lights
am i allowed to weep
not with outward tears
or with gut-wrenching cries
to be seen or heard
by the eyes and ears of men
but with the heaviness
and silent groans of my heart
am i allowed to weep
when the outlines of their beauty
come to mind
when the silence of their thoughts
speaks louder than words
when the consequences
of being pushed deeper and deeper
into pitless graves
shout in the darkness
am i allowed to weep
when lies cover truth
when deception
has shattered and marred hope and dreams
when plastered smiles fall
and faces, eyes
reveal confusion, betrayl, regret and pain
is my heart allowed to hurt
is my body allowed to ache
am i allowed to weep
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If you don't who will? And if you don't weep for them, how will they know that they are worth the price of tears. We only cry over what we value. They are your treasure, a gift to you. They are worth the tears, as you so well know. And you do not weep for them alone.
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