TT (August 17,1988 / Boston, Ma)

Brown Eyes And I Cry

It’s the tears that poured
On the Sun
So bright.
I could only remember your voice on
That ironic night.
And those eyes…wandering
With every movement;
They stay true in my heart.
His entrance broke it all and rips us apart.
I pray to God to let me se those eyes one
More time.
Why does
Every joyful moment turn into a crime?
But if your words may never come through and the
Feelings stand too tall,
Know that I’ll be there when
You’re ready to fall.
Of all the setbacks and all the delays;
Can never take back to what
We had to say.
So I pray…

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This poem is very good. But tell me what did you mean by....'Know that I’ll be there when You’re ready to fall.' AJ*