All my unheard cries
washes my face with dry tears
that are nolonger seen or heard
I try not to let you see the pain
you bring, so I cry alone
so I won't be seen...
Being in love with you
while your not only
in love with me it also she..
I think why are you with
me when your more in love with she
and moment I leave you'll stop
thinking about me and start thinking
about she....
My unheard cries are so loud that
they can pierce right threw the heart
with every dry tear that falls...
From moment wake I ask myself
why do you cry when you know
it all a lie.....
because my unheard cries washes away the pain....
thank god, , , for our tear duc's....love the poem
thank god, , , for our tear duc's....love the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tears are the silent language of theheart that's rarely heard.very moving indeed.