My cheeks are wet.
My eyes are red.
And I have not
Even been to bed.
These salty drops
Having wet my lips,
Which quiver now
Over our last kiss.
And I must say
It's been a hard job,
To control myself
Between each sob.
My shirtsleeves now
No longer wear my heart.
They are ripped and burnt,
And torn apart!
A teardropp just
Splattered on my shoe.
And I care not now,
For I'm missing you.
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I drew on my experiences as
a Law Enforcement Officer and
people I dealt with for this write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem