The tears in your eyes,
darling
those tears
are mine.
I gave birth to them,
in your soul.
They flow in your eyes,
darling
those tears
not yours-
for i created each drop,
with every yell i shot at you.
The wetness in your eyes,
darling
those tears
are mine- not yours,
they are the shadows of the SORRY
i wish i could mention.
The tears, the flow, the wetness,
darling
is the sign of a broken heart
once burried in love
not mine alone,
nor yours either-
but an *********** of our glorious
emotions.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
The tears in your eyes,
darling
those tears
are mine.
I gave birth to them,
in your soul.
They flow in your eyes,
darling
those tears
not yours-
for i created each drop,
with every yell i shot at you.
The wetness in your eyes,
darling
those tears
are mine- not yours,
they are the shadows of the SORRY
i wish i could mention.
The tears, the flow, the wetness,
darling
is the sign of a broken heart
once burried in love
not mine alone,
nor yours either-
but an *********** of our glorious
emotions.
love this poem, it relates intricately with lovers who seem not to find a way to say SORRY! and i was once there...