Tears are immortal.
They may cease but are never gone.
They cannot die
Nor stop at your command.

They come when they please
And leave at their convenience.
They live within everyone
And take control of your body.

They blind you and make you sob.
They leave you thirsty and with a headache.
Dehydrated, sad, and exhausted
Numb and empty when they leave.

They obey the situation
Determining their place.
And when called are never late.
Although, sometimes they disobey
Time and reality.

Cursed with the promise of return
One can never know
Could be at any moment.
They will reap when you are grim
So call them the Grim Reaper.

The blood of your eyes.
Tears are immortal.

Sometimes I'll write a poem here
and think it's my best ever
but then the very next day, oh dear
it's in the trash forever

For Just One Rose

    I live my life as to ways taught
Only as the golden rule
But alone I am and I wonder
If I am but just a fool

I have given my love
For it be thrown in a fire to burn
A thousand of lessons
You’d think I would learn

Yet I know deep inside
There is someone for everyone
So I searched and I prayed to find
My love for life before my life be gone

Now I have found her
Yet I feel myself begin to hesitate
My heart is stopping me
As I question my fate

But in my eyes she is beautiful
I dare to offer my heart, for her to take
If she were to dismiss it
So fragile it would surly break

So in the misty morning,as the sweet
Smell of the dew tickles my nose
I risk the pain of thorns
For just one rose

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 10/21/2017
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