Tears will never run dry

Wasted thoughts?
Wasted feelings?
Wasted time?
Wasted years?

Is love fiction.
Or is love real?
Hard to tell
After all those years.

They said I’m great,
Said I was a dream.
Not good enough?
I guess so,
Not for you.

I want to cry,
But tears would be blood.
I want to laugh,
But it pains more then tears.

The sands of time will flow,
Soon becoming part of the body,
And tears will never run dry.