Monday, March 1, 2010


My teardrops may fall,
But they’re not without meaning,
For these drops of pain,
Are not worth of disdain.

Marks of love divine:
Not expecting you to be mine.

My heart may tremble,
But not because of fear,
For my heart shall never crumble,
Just because you’re not here.

The more I expect I learned,
The more my heart turned.

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