Tears I criedA Poem by Ayanda Mteto
The language of tears is a river, opened flood that drown.
Many tears I cried,
I was a child, you never understood my pain
Though you held me in your arms
I felt your bosom
It was cold like a winter’s embrace
You were there, but not really there
Just your shadow I dance the night
Full of bitterness and misery
You never notice my pain, perhaps it was my fake smile
That made you believe everything was ok
Love was love; it was just your eyes that were blind
You did not see, the love I gave
The treasures I opened for your heart to share
And my soul to dine fruits my heart bare
Your love was not there
Just an empty heart,
Just like the midst of air around.
© 2012 Ayanda Mteto
Added on April 23, 2012
Last Updated on May 24, 2012
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