I'm back to MR fiction. Couldn't stay away, could I? (Actually wrote this
when livejournal wouldn't work for me) This is called Red Tears.
*!*
Her eyes were always red in her final days
Red from the touch of tears
From all the times she cried
Red for all the pain she felt
Red for the knowledge of death
Red for love and happiness
She cried a million tears
Never for herself
Or in pity for her withering body
She cried only for him
Cried for hurting him
Saving him
Loving him
Leaving him
And in turn
He would cry a million more for her
Every night
Teardrops into glass upon glass
Of absinthe
And splattered across typewriter keys
Mourning her, loving her
Missing her, needing her
Hating her
Because she left
They are two souls
Born to cry eternally
For each other
Until Death reunites them
when livejournal wouldn't work for me) This is called Red Tears.
*!*
Her eyes were always red in her final days
Red from the touch of tears
From all the times she cried
Red for all the pain she felt
Red for the knowledge of death
Red for love and happiness
She cried a million tears
Never for herself
Or in pity for her withering body
She cried only for him
Cried for hurting him
Saving him
Loving him
Leaving him
And in turn
He would cry a million more for her
Every night
Teardrops into glass upon glass
Of absinthe
And splattered across typewriter keys
Mourning her, loving her
Missing her, needing her
Hating her
Because she left
They are two souls
Born to cry eternally
For each other
Until Death reunites them