Tonight the pillow is wet
But by tomorrow you will forget
It’s something I should have known
To know that tears dry on their own
I tried so hard to please
And all I got is faded memories
Broken dream all gone to waste
Cherished moments simply erased
That salty taste reaches my lips
A numb feeling at my fingertips
I could have died and no one know
Of the sorrow from the tears that flow
But I should have known
Always, tears dry on their own
Sometimes the heart completely ignores
Common sense, be it mine, be it yours
It opens up unknown doors
Taking us down on all fours
We don’t always get up from the fall
To see the truth, once and for all
It’s something I should have known
Yesterdays tears will dry on their own
Wow, i love this poem. You took something always taken for granted and made it special, art. Thank you for sharing, i will take this one with me :)
Al, this is such a deeply felt, sensitively written poem. You've captured so well the lonely and difficult place, that each of us lives through, at some point of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensitive and touching Alfred...yes; yesterdays tears will dry today...only for eyes to shed tomorrow fresh tears...life has a sea of tears for all in store...10