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By Ali Date: 2001 May 31 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.31.08.30.9954]] |
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When a Devil cries, what are his tears? They are tears of blood, not of salt But, what do they mean? Are they simply tears, shed for sorrow Or are they just shed for effect? I looked at him, as he cried, and I couldn't move I saw his shoulders shake, his hands covering his face I was dumbstruck, this was the last thing I had expected... But, I could not bear his sorrow His heart bled, the same as mine We were not that different, as I thought, once Not so long ago... I walked two steps to him, put my hand on his shoulders And he stopped shaking, slowly, he stopped crying He looked at me, and in his eyes I saw A thousand things I cannot name, that I dare not name A thousand things... I heard his voice, a whisper, ragged from his tears "I'm sorry..." It was then I knew that I had misunderstood I hadn't seen it all, I hadn't seen all of him 'Till that very moment, where his world collided with mine Instead of the time past, where our worlds simply bordered Danced on the edges, but never combined... Until that day, until that moment When he finally fell apart, where he finally showed himself To me, completly, no restrictions, this time And I knew all could be forgiven, all could be fixed That the mending had already begun... Then I reached into my pocket, pulled something out A dull flash of gold, worn with time, and lack of use And as I handed it to him, he looked at me, puzzled Then he simply stared at the object, in utter disbelief A faint smile spread almost unseen, across his face "You dropped this, when you left, but I saved it for you. I figured that you might want it, someday," I said. And a fallen angel, was then restored... |