I cry.
yes I do..
I am not a god
an immortal to all these hurts,
I get lost in the mist
of my own crowded eyes,
searching for reasons to all the emotions
every droplet a sign of my powerful heart,
that is able to love so much
and hurt so bad at the same time,
an angelic paradox of it's own
a testimony of his powerful love .
©m_e_reidow