What are these things falling from my eyes?
Wet and small,
Salty and stinging.
They dont seem to come by only one,
More like a dozen.
They must be the cousins to the ones who fell first.
The things that fell the day my heart broke.
I was sure they were gone,
The first time around.
Why do my eyes decieve me?
And my heart lie?
What are these salty dropplets,
THat make my eyes so red?
Do my thoughts lie or are these,
The tears of a lost love,
Of a broken heart,
Of a lost soul?
YOU ARE READING
My heart......
PoesíaThese are my poems and they are just my way of dealing with all the heart ache. So read and you'll probably relate to them. :) Thank you if you took the time to actually read them. Don't forget to comment and tell me what y'all think!
