Tears on my shoulder.

Love is colder.

 

Tears on my cheek,

I cannot speak.

 

Fear in my eyes.

Lost in old lies.

 

Words on my tongue.

No longer sung.

 

Hope in my heart.

That is a start.

 

Blood in my vein.

Life does remain.

 

Tears run me dry.

I shall not cry.

 

© The Secret Poetess, March 2018