No more tears to share,
Doesn’t mean I don’t care.
No emotional shadows to give,
Giving my spirit, will, to live,
No more tears to shed.
My frail heart is dead
Should I sleep now or never?
Will the ghost of days sever?
No more tears, do I weep.
Always afraid to fall asleep,
Dreams will make me shiver.
These things will never deliver.
No more tears, upon my cheek.
For I have no love, that I seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great title, interesting write. Thought provoking.