As I stumble from my bed <br />With thoughts still running through my head <br />From yesterdays… <br />Trying to understand <br />What it is about a man <br />When a woman walks out his life one day <br /> <br />There is nothing left but crying <br />Feels like something <br />Inside dying… <br />Don’t know if it is the heart <br />But know for sure it rips apart <br />What once we were <br /> <br />Staring at the ceiling <br />Laying all night <br />Not sleeping… <br />And then we see the sunrise <br />And then again to our surprise <br />Another day we somehow made it to <br /> <br />Then we do walk <br />Through the day <br />We stand tall… <br />Till the darkness over comes us <br />And the memories remind us <br />Of a love that we had and once knew <br /> <br />There is nothing left but crying <br />Feels like something <br />Inside dying… <br />Maybe so it is the heart <br />That each day it breaks apart <br />Until there’s nothing left but lonely you <br /> <br />There is nothing left but crying <br />Feels like something <br />Inside dying… <br />As another day we make it through <br />And as inside we hide the truth <br />As the loneliness it changes what once was you.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-left-but-crying/
