Today,
I met the man with tears in his heart,
he muddles on regardless,
as he hides them from his eyes,
His name is Chris,
he's full of issues,
everyone else's,
A superman incarnate.

Maybe it comes in relation to being labelled Chris,
I know many Chris's,
they are all full of issues,
the sad and sorry thought for today,
my dear friend,
is that,
I'm all clean out of tissues,
however;
my ears listen and my heart beats,
I could provide you my ears,
if you so desired,

You are a lovely man,
I wish that I could love thee,
you are the sweetest kindest guy,
but we have no chemistry.
You are my friend,
been so for years,
Chris my friend,
all I ever did with you,
was spill my messed up tears.

My tears are dry now,
I sensed you crying inside,
in the supermarket,
where lost hearts go to shop.
(C) Livvi