This is all just
a crying game to you
Tears are falling
left, right and center
Somehow your heart's
still dry as a desert
Not even one drop
you have to spare
out of the whole ocean
of feelings unturned
So now I tell you
our bridge has been burned.
YOU ARE READING
Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
