It's not
Tears
It's water
White is the moon , dead at my window
It's too cold outside
Even for her
It's not tears
I don't cry but in my dreams.
I didn't want to
Stay,
But knew worse would be
To leave.
It's not
Tears,
It's blood
One never knows,
How things
end up.
YOU ARE READING
Why did you cry last night
PoetryWe all have our own reasons for the tears we shade when no one is looking. These are mine. But I turned them into poetry "Life imitates art" Lana Del Rey once said- Or art imitates life?
