My eyes are bloodshot
from the tears that
have fallen this day.
Though my irises
are as blue as blue.
Clear and innocent,
now filled with a hidden pain.
My cheeks flushed,
a darker shade of pink,
warm to the touch
from the hot tears rolling down them
that have fallen this day.
From the embarasment,
of yet another flaw.
From the pain
bubbling back to the surface.
Oh your tears should not fall even though they are innocent.... beautiful write. i suggest to read mine'Cry not' and feed back from u... keep it up
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I would like to translate this poem
this was a very good read.