Moisture envades these eyes of lies.
It starts to pour.
Pour out of me.
Like rain of love or rain of pain.
Is it really different?
They stream out of my soul and unto my face.
My face is wet.
Wet with love.
The love for you that will not come true.
These tears will never go away .
Instead they are amplified each day.
untill the moment i convince you.
To love this dirty boy.