Save your teardrops for Tuesday,
Cause rations are slim,
But we still kill - in who's name?
Spare a friend or a limb.
You savour those short breaths,
Could be the last that you take,
You savour those long deaths,
And the bones that won't break.
You have the great honour
Of being last to die
As your friends fall around you
There's no time to cry
For you, you're a hero
You managed to survive
But the cost is fear, oh
Of being alive
Save your teardrops for Tuesday
Though we've plenty to share
Oh they'll see you on Tuesday
Can't wait. See you there.
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
