19 June 2012
Sparkling jewels fall from the precipice to your soul,
Glistening with the seven colours, you say they contain remorse and repentance.
Words of desperation are spluttered to my tired ears,
These good intentions you speak of, they will never appear.
Sparkling jewels fall from the precipice to your soul,
These diamonds of hopes and fears,
They are just worthless glass,
Nothing but crocodile tears.
Crocodile Tears • Opuss № I