No tears left
The ocean has dried,Only black and grey stones reside.I gaze at the red skyline,Where the clouds have shrunk, a sign. I poured water from the mountain high,Into the deep sea, no ache in my heart did lie.I’ve seen you, looking at me,With questioning eyes, what will it be? If you ever stir my heart, even a little bit,Will everything spill, every thought, every tidbit?Will the rain pour down once more,And cover the ocean, the stones,…