That’s okay, babe.
I’ve been there before.
Pain is a friend of old.
And like the thousand eyes
Of the night.
My star is distant and cold.

I’m catching the tears of alone.

I walk.
The streets of the city.
Just another masquerade.
They talk.
I really don’t hear them.
False emotions on parade.

Like actors on stage
In the play of my life.
I’ve seen faces come and go.
And though I have touched
A few of those hearts,
I’m still catching the tears of alone.

I’m catching the tears of alone.
I feel the love but I just can’t start.
Catching the tears of alone.
I hold the walls, still they fall apart.
I’m catching the tears of alone.
These words are the only one
Who will hold my heart.

© Christopher Allen Breidinger

Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s
Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes”

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