Don't cry your tears for him.
He does not care.
Don't cry your tears for him.
He is not there.
He is with her the one,
He thinks he loves.
He will never learn
thats how he is.
He continues to make the same mistakes.
His life, his bis.
You wore your heart on your sleeve
as you always do.
Thats how you are.
Thats what makes you true.
You are never fake, but always sincere.
But it seems today that fake and insincere
are put on a pedestal,
and real people like you my dear
are thrown away anywhere.
They say they want real,
but then they cannot deal,
with your warmth and fire.
They cannot handle an ascended woman.
Too much for many a man to desire.
They would have to really look
at themselves in the mirror.
See their true selves
and cope with what they see.
Not an easy task too much terror.
Let them be.
Don't cry your tears for him.
He does not care.
Don't cry your tears for him
He is not there.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem