If my tears were grains of sand <br />I would be buried in a vast desert <br />were men will tread but will find no hope.. <br /> <br />If my heart were made of glass <br />It would be the finest sparkling powder <br />that would drift in the wind, forever trying to find you <br /> <br />If my soul were a hummingbird <br />Your lips would be its source of life <br />and it will vainly try others until starvation takes its hold.. <br /> <br />If my mind were on fire <br />your indifference would be its kindle and your hate its firewood <br />but your cruel words like diesel.. <br /> <br />If my pain were a lion <br />It would devour every man in its path <br />lusting for their flesh.. yet never satisfied... <br /> <br />And If your love was mine <br />My heart, mind and soul would find peace <br />and my tears and pain would be gone forever... <br /> <br />But as a heart cannot be made of glass <br />Neither can your love ever be mine <br />So I shall learn to live with the raging beast that is my pain.. <br />And feed my delicate soul with other lips and tender words, <br />keep you diesel out of my mind.. <br />and maybe a man brave enough to tread my desert will pull me out from beneath the sand..<br /><br />Nana Cruz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grains-of-sand-11/
