Like steam from boiling water, this pain rise.
Rain clouds fester in these eyes.
As they burst, falling are droplets of sadness.
Dismal grey paints a color of the absence of happiness
You were made to make me hurt.
Yet with this mistress of misery I can’t cease to flirt.
Curse be this love, with every wound you carve I bleed.
I refuse to take refuge and before you I kneel.to your every need.
But for you, this agony of mine and the sum of my fears,
I will hide behind these silent tears.