Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Happy Tears




I don’t cry, I don’t like to weep,

Call me a chauvinist,

Call me whatever you like.

But I don’t cry,



Strange how you made me shed,

Tears that I have long protected,

Things that are privy to none

You made me cry,



That night I shall cherish,

When I realized how selfish

How greedy, I had become,

For love is for us.


No, it’s not mine

Not yours alone.