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...