You'Re Not Here Cry
I cried my little eyes out for three years
Whilst he’s in Port Moresby drinking beers
wipe away my tears from all the wasted years
cried my little eyes out for three years..
I cried my little eyes out for my love
Whilst all the spirits watched me from above
Hate the smell of beer brings a little tear
I cried my little eyes out for my love
He kisses all his paintings that he paints
Wonder if he kisses all the saints
Perhaps he kisses feet on paintings incomplete
cry my little eyes out bittersweet
I cry my little eyes out now you know
I’m a tortured being as I woe
I do not know the meaning of no no
So I cry my little eyes out and they flow
I cried my little eyes out for three years
Changes of emotions up in gears
To always come back down and still he’s not around
To see me cry my eyes out over years
I’ll be crying tomorrow for that man
My little eyes can’t help to cry again
Next month, next year, for life until I am his wife
Crying little eyes out for that man.
My eyes will never cease to cry no more
This I know for certainty, for sure
For ever since we met danced a minuet
Where happiness was sadness to cry for.
I cried my little eyes out for three years
Whilst he’s in Port Moresby drinking beers
wipe away my tears from all the wasted years
I cried my little eyes out for three years..
So now you know why I can’t do a date
For friends and beers and paintings stole my mate
Hence I’ll never will become a crying eyed for some
Though cry my little eyes to succumb
My honeymoon, my love, my only dear
I cry because you always disappear
Year after year…beer after beer
cry my little eyes out- you’re not here.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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