I can taste the salt of my tears running down my face alway when i don't want them to
Always when I'm cursing the tears in my eyes, wishing i wasn't so weak.
Wishing my enemies weren't present, knowing that those who will kick me when I'm down can hear my sobs
I think I've cried an ocean..enough to flood the town at this rate.
Salty tears run down my cheeks
Heart breaking and lays warm in my hands
The blood still fresh as the heart silently weeps and gasps it's final breath
Life continues around it the birds continue to sing
What would you say if you could see my tears? Would you say anything at all? Would you hold me and tell me everything would be okay when you have doubts yourself? Would you accept my tears as part of me or would you run away? I do not know how to wake up from...
The tears flow ever so slowly as if unaffected by gravity.
They burn and sting as they are pulled forth,
Every emotion that I have ever felt is inside each drop.
My ears have been made deaf and my eyes made blind by this.
The only thought I have is:
Where is my mind?
I cry a lot these days, the box is closing in around me. You aren't doing well, you are trying to be free. The tears spell out our future, distant and deep with a long journey. I would travel thousands of miles to hold you again, to just be with you...to touch you. To whisper...
These poor small boys are called "BACHA BAZI" which literally means boy play!
These boys are from poor villages , where they are either kidnapped , or sold by their families to rich ex warlords and rich business men .
They are forced to dress as women and entertain men by...