This isn't about a man.
This might be about love. But it doesn't necessarily mean a certain WHO caused me such pain. I could do nothing about my tears but turn them into words. I couldn't think of a title... so let's just leave it that way.
The warm teardrops from the depths of pain
Flowing down from my sad eyes and broken heart
The promises of suffering from expectations
Had I not forgotten to remind my soul,
Could I have prepared my iron shield
Had I reminded myself of the past,
Could I have known what was next
As high as a skyscraper is pride
With all varied chances left unseen
Is what the blind and shallow mind's intent
Now drifting from the sea of possibilities
Left with nothing, not even hope
These tears push it to more sinking
How is it possible to ascend and see the sun?
It is such a big query of time and fortune
For both deserving and lost beings
For worldly matters tie with convention
My lonely soul dies to seek an answer
For the why's and when's of this life
I divert not my attention from such purpose
For the empty soul seeks the necessary
I wish not to withdraw from my faith
This sulking heart would fly by night
And my mighty God would save me
For He and only in Him would I know
The divine reason for these circumstances
The fleeting hope of my sullen being
Will soon be healed by His wings of love.
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