Tears <br />She cries a silent moan into the night <br />For the deserved resting seems never come <br />Opened eyes to see… just same sight <br />Fears <br />The pain is sharp and hurts deep inside <br />Now she has turned dangerous to herself <br />Not seeing what should get things enlighten <br />She <br />Is just scared like a child <br />Just lost on troubled thoughts <br />Losing beauty throughout hard times <br />She <br />Is beautiful. On that there’s no doubt <br />She’s great but at time she’s blind <br />And I <br />Don’t know what to do or think about <br />Not helping enough writing these lines <br />If my kisses can’t lift you up <br />I’m sorry for you: love of my life.<br /><br />allan macli borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-161/
