Render the emptiness,
that flows from my pores.
There are no teardrops,
you'd understand that lures.
My blocked up tear ducts,
with blood to cry,
consider me innocently judged,
while my eyes remain dry.
You left me all your secrets,
you left me here in pain,
you left me here grieving,
you left my heart with a stain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem...enjoyed it.