She's Not Crying Anymore Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Those tattered footsteps of her
and that freckled face
I tried to cover them with ink
to make her happy once more,
for I had seen that her naked smile was missing
from her unused red lips.

For I was a boy, I did not know much about love
but even so, I still felt like hero.
With my head on her pillow
I was fighting my way into her heart
pushing aside the monsters
that the men she loved, and then hated, before me,
left there free, to roam.

I somehow managed, to lay my childish kisses
on her lips,
but god hated me,
and the blue painted ocean
stepped between us two,
and soon, her hand fell from my hand
as the late and yellow autumn leafs.

I got mad back then, on everyone
and wrote her almost two thousand poems.
Of course I didn't sent them to her,
I was a fool, but not an idiot.

Now, seven months after, I'm content,
because I get to see every day
that smile that I was missing.
She is in love again, with another man,
and I'm just glad
she's not crying anymore.