Tears

Tears

I lay down at night and cry myself to sleep.
In the morning there is more tears to weep.
My eyes are red and burn hot like wild fire.
By rubbing away tears, caused by desires.

Maybe the future will bring her back to me.
But only time and love can allow this to be.
I don't believe in miracles they're not for me.
If blessings are possible maybe I'd believe.

I deserve all that has came my way in life.
My failed love affair without you as my wife.
You truly do deserve a lot more than me.
A gentlemen and a good man to love, see.

BY: Kings

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