The Late Tears....

Bleeding heart on a dead leaf... hard memories... and an old tears... hiding in my book's` life... bloody tears... fall on my cheeks... late late is it and so old... but it pain so... killing me slowly... making me as like a dark room, without a life... and as a cemetery which it so darkness... that was the late tears... happiness days... been lost... forgotten... and unseen... even never to see it in my dreams... only the savagery memories... which stay in my thoughts... and planted into my heart... the heart became as an unable land... which never to be good for a warm feelings... and only charged with a black obsession... the heart became archaic... lonely my heart is now... no one to understand it, even my words... warm poems... dry words... none to feel it... no one to read it now... and no one to feel it with his heart... as a lost Bird between a high clouds, ... no one can see it... and that is me... if i dead... if i cried... if i been sad... never to find a one near to me... except my late tears...