My tears are my old friends, <br />I don`t know anything as well, <br />The taste is so cognate <br />And all by this heart. <br />I can call them my enemies <br />For the weakness they reveal <br />Or I could call them friends <br />For the pain they ease, <br />More I can call them indifferent witness <br />For their silent falling on my cheeks <br />Finaly I can call them nothing <br />For they can`t change a single thing <br />With special name or without <br />Fulfilled with regrets or fears <br />They still are my tears <br />And each time I wish they were the last, <br />They last... <br />Sometimes I whisper: 'Oh, Lord if I deserve, let me cry, <br />Maybe Your Will is my kids eyes to shine...' <br /> <br /> <br />Dedicated to a friend who`s asked for my permission to kiss my tears away<br /><br />Emma Adamyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-tears-19/
