Tonight
I cried a thousand tears
Acrid, thick, blight
A dampness that smears
That hurts...
Deep inside
Deep inside
A cry that bursts
In a torrent of melancholy
That cut and breaks
Bleeding profusely
Leaving my soul on flakes
And my heart in pieces
Scattered
Splattered
My life that is
Hating you
Crying you
Because I loved you.
Because I gave to you
My life
Dreadful strife
Dreadful me...
Tonight
I cried a thousand tears
Acrid, thick, blight
A dampness that smears
Deep inside...
Deep inside.
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Carmina A Book of Poems
PoetryCarmina (Hebrew) means garden or orchard. In Latin it means song or poem. This is a collection of Poems of love, life and nature.
