Tonight my soul feels dirty, bad
A made-up smile pretends I’m glad
For I alone must face my fears
I cry again those salty tears
I see your joy, I really do
And I want to feel it, same as you
But in the dark that disappears
I cry again those salty tears
To cleanse my heart of all that’s done
I must wait for the morning sun
My passion lost ‘til light appears
I cry again those salty tears
©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Kyrielle
A Garret Poet 