My tears are my old friends,
I don`t know anything as well,
The taste is so cognate
And all by this heart.
I can call them my enemies
For the weakness they reveal
Or I could call them friends
For the pain they ease,
More I can call them indifferent witness
For their silent falling on my cheeks
Finaly I can call them nothing
For they can`t change a single thing
With special name or without
Fulfilled with regrets or fears
They still are my tears
And each time I wish they were the last,
They last...
Sometimes I whisper: 'Oh, Lord if I deserve, let me cry,
Maybe Your Will is my kids eyes to shine...'
Dedicated to a friend who`s asked for my permission to kiss my tears away
Emma Adamyan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-tears-19/
