Crocodile tearsA Poem by Willem GrayCrocodile
tears Nearly there, but there is she. She looks
at me, then he. Her tears like bullets to my skin, while she is still protected, by her scales, from within. No tear of mine could ever pierce that hide, many a man has tried, then cried. She will do the same to him, at least, that’s fair. First he will care, then stare at those crocodile tears she brings forth like rain before realising that all has been in vain. © 2015 Willem GrayFeatured Review
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