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 intercourse of our glorious
emotions.