Not Red

there behind

my eyeballs

is a flood

of weepiness...

yes, I love,

 

but no...

 

i have

never

learned how

to squeeze

many

tears...

 

some,

i have...

like

tear drops

 on

fruit,

Yes, 

 

red apples,

on my cheeks,

squeezing those

can bring

the red

and

then,

not red!

 

yes,

 

but, blood?

like

in an

orange?

 

that is

not red?

no, not

that...

 

so I cry,

behind this

a river...

yes, I loved

but, no...

 

i never

screamed

something

clearly,

not red!

 

"squeeze love,"

sadness,

lost dreams,

make blood,

blood, 

clearly,

not red...

 

but tears

there behind

my eyeballs,

weepiness...

 

"no don't tear,

drop little drop,

not red...

tear"

 

just

hug

me...

in 

each 

droplet...

 

there

where

a tear

wallows, 

that is

not red!

 

 

KMSchlarb

aka: Turquoise Cross