another quickie poem. grissom's POV. plz review even flames!
and even though they were on the top of my xmas list, i still have no csi rights.
Tears
The moisture in your eyes is soft and faint
But to me it means the world
I hurt you
I hate to hurt you
But I can't stop
Nothing I say is right
Only comes out wrong
The words are battered
Bruised
Broken
And now so are you