My lover lives in tear stains

My love, he's not with me now
My soul, he waits for me at home
My boy, he's resting on my pillow
He's always in my bed
He's where my eyes have spilled out his silhouette
He lives in black mascara streaks
Of a million tears
Each bearing his name
My heart, he's a salty water stain

Reviews

[Anne Verona]

Wow... This is amazing. This is one way a broken heart can be perfectly described. Amazing poem :)

[MinorArt]

Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed it x

[Anne Verona]

no problem :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

"He lives in black mascara streaks
Of a million tears
Each bearing his name..."

A most indelible impression...much enjoyed this!