El Meon Klahiko

I Wrote What I Write, I Write What I Like – With A Jeng!

If we do not break, how then shall we be opened 1 December, 2011

Filed under: Poemjeng — meonjeng @ 5:37 pm

Your precious tears, washes nothing but the glimmer in your eyes
Not yet a year, but a thousand months is what it seems like

I waited for you to cry, to show that I was the one who could break you
But never did I pry, for your fists were clenched too

Let loose your fists, love
For you grip them till blood flows