Confessions of a Teardrop on the Floor

Sister, why hold me in this cage?
I wither and I wilt
Your bitter heart has smothered me
Do you feel no guilt?

My Twin, you do not understand
The perils that you'd face
The otherworlds are fearsome
You're safer in this place

But Sister, in this casket
I cannot breathe or see
Without soon my freedom
Little will be left of me

Dear Twin, it is my love
That has hidden you away
On this side your sweetness
Cannot be made to stay

Sister you must free me
Else I will disappear
You cannot hold me prisoner
Because of your own fear

Twin, you do not understand
You can never be paroled
The remains of my riven heart
Are all left in your fragile hold

"What the fuck is your problem, lady?" the Santa shouted at me. My breath came in ragged rushes as the policeman pinned me to the floor. I must've been a sight for the festive crowds to see as they pushed by, a mess of shiny gold curls, my sapphire eyeliner smeared, my shimmery blouse covered in dust as the policeman pressed me into the filthy linoleum. I wasn't the least bit concerned to think of what my skirt wasn't covering anymore, and one of my sparkling heels had managed to get knocked across to the other end of the aisle. Instead; I was thinking about just how much I hated Christmas.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I suppose I'd have been scared
If I had known where I stood
Instead I plowed on boldly
Like any dreamer would

The path, it seems to shake
My imagination, I suppose
You call to me, "Onward!"
My anticipation grows...

I never really had a chance
The reporters will decree
No hope to catch a fading dream
For a blind girl, like me.

A blossom fell
From high above
She tried to reach
The sun, her love

And on the ground
To which she fell
A blade of grass
Did to her tell:

"The sun is hot
It burns and sears
It's in the earth
You'll lose your fears"

A raindrop fell
Down from the sky
Into the ground
And there he lie

The pool in which
He soon became
From small to big
His loss was gain

And in the ground
The raindrops went
And to the seed
Their virtue lent

A teardrop fell
Along his cheek
So new to him
To feel so weak

And next to him
A sapling grew
So small and frail
Yet fresh and new

And when he rose
With mind now sound
A blossom fell
Unto the ground