Poetic Confessions

Lament

I can see it in your eyes
Dried but unhidden cries
I can sense your suffering
Inside, your heart is breaking

Your lament is evident
There's no time to prevent
This dying inside of yours
Are bothering of course

For a lady full of bruises
That can't even pick up its broken pieces
It's better to love them unconditionally
And stay with them truthfully