If my tears could talk
They would sing you a sweet
song of juniper and honey
The scent sticking to your face
Just too difficult to remove
The stain would seep into
your skin
To unleash my deepest secrets
They would whisper themselves
into your mind
Each one silhouetted by your own
Obscure belief of my own disease
I may be gone and
your temper may rise
The winds may gust
And the seas could roar
You might forget for sometime
to move on for a while
And the seasons will change
The scent of juniper
may be gone
But the honey will always stick
