Tear Stains.
Updated on March 20, 2010
Tear Stains.
© -MFB III
The amount
that I
miss her
would fit
in the
corner of
my eye,
....my tears
a saline wash
of my soul
hung out
to dry
on the
line of
my cheek,
A bead of
regret that
leaves
a long trail
I have no
wish to follow.
I once
kissed away
her tears,
their bitterness
tainting my tongue,
but now
that she
is gone
it is a
sweet nectar
I long for.
Even our
saddest day
was beautiful
when balanced
against the
emptiness
of now.
Skulls do
not cry,
only the flesh
weeps from
the bone,
as hope
decomposes
into dust.
What leaks
from the eyes
is acid to
one's soul.
There are
only so many
body solutions
a man can cherish,
the taste
of a kiss,
the silk of
her passion,
the musk
of romance,
the sweat
of a job
well done,
but tears
are the least
cherished of all.
My eyes are
dry wells now,
they stare
into the past,
filling with
the dust
of despair.
©-MFB III