Tears,Tears after all
I lean over her I know,
I know how u feel
I lie, it's true:
She's bleeding. She's
Readying herself for
Dying. Or birth. Shes
A child, her own daughter
The mother shes lost
She's better. Eased
I say her name. I want
To cry. I want to speak
What tears cannot
Emptied, her eyes
Reach for mine
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Mua
PoetryIf u guys like Pandy's book of poems u might like mine (But I make no promises) :)