Tears

Her tears are frozen in my mind.
A frosty thought that I try to find.

Her eyes still watch me in my head
Without them I'd feel dead.

The trouth that will be told.
Has to wait, perhaps it's to bold?

Somehow I feel her presence.
It's hard to form a sentence.

A simple song triggers the river of tears.
Simple feelings that's about to drown.

Perhaps they are lost forever?
Just let the tears find out.

While I'm locked within in siclence.
There's no way I could cry less.

I cannot freeze my sorrow.
I'll always be drowning in tears.

How can I trade you my heart
for your innocent love?

-Jezz 2009-02-21

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"Bröllopsresa: första försöket att fly från äktenskapets verklighet."
"Honeymoon: the first try to escape the reality of marriage" - August Strindberg
Perhaps, tho it kinda sounds like a statement from someone who haven't felt true love.


Napoleon Bonaparte wore a read shirt in battle so that his troops wouldn't see if he got wounded, since that might lower their morale.
Hitler wore brown pants........

Nuff siad //Jezz