Babe it was a mistake I regret
It's an act whose repetition I'll never let,
It's from you that my joy I get,
Don't say those hurtful words, love is fate
What is love, when all it does is make us hate?
Why did we trust while doubt is all we ate?
Stay put, hold your feelings, men don't cry.
Yu know vulnerable when your heart is held by a sword
To you, my loyalty is all I swore but now devow.
If water was painted red, today was the day I'd swim.
I still love you, but the blame for the screw up doesn't dim.
Everytime I want to speak, the sword cuts through like a beam;
How will I look at you and say beautiful? Now its a dream.
What do I do with the debris in me? While pain is at brim.
Still! Pull yourself together, men don't love or cry.
I choke from my anger but all I do is bleed,
How do I burry the past while fresh wounds drip
The thermometer reads 37°C, but the heart feels 1000°C
The buzz quiz remains, what do you do with tonnes of tear drops?
This is how I cry, let the ink of my pen bear my pain
Should I put a price tag on my sorrow, ready for sale?
A man's tear is weakness, this is where I draw the line and cry.
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Hold Up, Men Don't Cry
PoetryThis is a story reflecting on the feelings of a man who's life has been engulfed with betrayal. Now he doesn't want to cry as it is seen to being a sign of weakness.
