From 1996 a brokenhearted melody
Tonight I am a little one.I have cried tears
right from my broken heart,
they scald and scar my face with red,
with swollen eyes,
snail tracks of salt
across my cheeks.
Not the gentle tears of feeling
these rise from some
deep shuttered well
to carry off
my poisoned dreams
my shattered hope
my unrequited love.
Their passage mars me
so I can see the ugly
stored inside me
leaving.
Something I can wash away,
can say goodbye to.
I wonder if the well
is very deep...
Just goes to show that if you wait around everything passes. He got old and shrunken and lost all his teeth. I'm so glad he left me!