Tears

I have wept gallons of tears for love or it’s lack.

Wrung out of me in the deep of the night; the only evidence the damp of my pillow.

I have watered the gardens of faeries with this salty rain. Magic grown of dispair.

I have loved with pain my only reward. My heart given whole and returned in ash.

I have painted messages in the stars with my longing and waited for reply’s that never came.

This fountain of my hearts desire will never empty. It will refill again and again with this torment.

And still I wait for you