The Tears
What does love bring you.
Blue skies.
Melting eyes.
And butterflies
Inside.
What do you cling to.
Moonlit walks.
Whispered talks.
Champagne corks.
That taxi ride.
The razzle dazzle
Of London town.
You picked
Your favourite wedding gown.
I sat through movies
Like a dry eyed clown.
You never were my bride.
I held them all inside,
Came the tears,
One cloudburst later.
Now I'm just a waiter
Serving up memories
From above.
A busker on the street of love.
Begging kisses for the broken years.
Stealing smiles
To replace the tears,
That dry
With the wounds in my soul.
As slowly as the heart
Will cease to cry.
Clouds will roll.
Until moonlit tunes
Play a lullaby.
poem by Kevin East
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