Black Tears Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Where has all my trouble gone,
wether a it be a steel dagger
to the heart or be it a bullet
to the head, id take it for you,
and as i lay here aching for
you to love me, you play your
games on other innocent men,
and non could love you as i do,
blue, and black im bruised,
my beating heart is bruised,
and everday without you it is
tearing, soon the blood will
spill from my body as will the
black tears from my eyes, tears
of sin and love, for a loving
broken heart is left with
nothing but shadowed tears, in
a shadowed night.