Missed Connections in Tulsa

My Tears

If it wasn’t for tears
My heart would bleed
If it wasn’t for tears
I’d be broken
A reminder of love
When the floodgates open
My tears are a reminder of you
Flowing easy when I am blue
But I cry my tears
From my green eyes
When I think of you
Loving you is easy
So natural and pure
As pure as my drops of tears
Of this I am so sure

My Girl Cries

And her tears fall like diamonds
Fall like jewels
To be collected, treasured
Shining with truth
Set upon an anklet, where a bell rings
Where the jingle of a bell lives
The sweetest song
From a bittersweet bauble
The sound soothes
His hands, holding her still
Cease the rain of gems
He pours comfort over her
Fills her with a deep joy
And she remembers
And she knows
And he misses her

 

Her Two Cents

A little while back I found these two poems, posted on the same day, on the Tulsa, Oklahoma missed connections feed. I can’t tell if they’re both written by the same person from different perspectives or if they truly are a poetic communication between two individuals. Either way, both pieces express a romantically wistful quality that immediately reminded me of this Chameleons song from long ago (and it’s so very nice that someone made a video for the acoustic version).