Still
A tear comes into my eye, when your face
appears to my mind. My eyes rain,
once they remember your eyes full of light.
My heart drips blood, every time
she remembers seeing you
leave without your desire.
Time does not heal this wound of mine.
it can’t make my eyes shine.
I suffer for you, like the moon suffers
for the sun. I cried, and yet never
figured out why you walked away,
no matter how much I tried.
You left me, you left me.
All this emptiness
Stabs like a knife.
I still cry for you,
waiting for your sweet love
to come back one day.
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