They come unwelcome
day and night
they sting my soul
like a scorpions
bite
they turn my eyes
a bright red hue
and get in the way
of missing you
they drip
and run
down my cheeks
if I let them continue
they'd wash my feet
first one eye
then the other
I wipe them away
but why do I bother
they won't stop
God knows they've tried
they just won't stop
til the well is dried
of sadness' they speak
to the empty sky
maybe they'll stop
the day I die
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
They come unwelcome
day and night
they sting my soul
like a scorpions
bite
they turn my eyes
a bright red hue
and get in the way
of missing you
they drip
and run
down my cheeks
if I let them continue
they'd wash my feet
first one eye
then the other
I wipe them away
but why do I bother
they won't stop
God knows they've tried
they just won't stop
til the well is dried
of sadness' they speak
to the empty sky
maybe they'll stop
the day I die