Your tears are the cure to my pain,
They are hope that has a new life.
Your tears are the cure to your pain,
They are the things left unsaid, and those left unasked,
The secluded sorrow that started all battles.
Never ever will I judge you from the stubborn perspective of my mere pain;
Never ever will I think that you are my shame,
My despair, and my cross to carry.
How could I?
After all, I am nothing but you.
They are hope that has a new life.
Your tears are the cure to your pain,
They are the things left unsaid, and those left unasked,
The secluded sorrow that started all battles.
Never ever will I judge you from the stubborn perspective of my mere pain;
Never ever will I think that you are my shame,
My despair, and my cross to carry.
How could I?
After all, I am nothing but you.
To whom I dedicate this fail attempt to poetry remains personal,
and for that very reason I would prefer that no one copy this material on any other site,
without my permission and my name as the only author of this.
It may be an horrible poem, but it means something to me.
and for that very reason I would prefer that no one copy this material on any other site,
without my permission and my name as the only author of this.
It may be an horrible poem, but it means something to me.
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