Carving Tears Poem by Locura Alaam

A long time it sure has been
Tell me do you miss my pen?
The words of ink that I lay down
To rest on paper without a frown
Relaxed indeed with thoughts of you
In my head sitrring, sweet and true
I miss your eyes, I miss your smiles
I'm left with sighs, it's been a while
I must confess, I feel alone...
I want tor est and see a dawn
It's been some months since last I had
A proper rest that's not so bad
What's wrose is knowing for sure a fact
That this won't ever reach your hand
Whether I carve water or sand
It is the same: Unwritten Pact
I want no fame, or part in a game
My life, the rain... Call me insane
The truth remains: I love you, dear
Would you believe if carved on a tear...?