Tears

(Author's Note: This is actually my first poem I have ever wrote, EnJoy) These tears fall for a lost friend, These tears stain for a missing love. My tears pour out for this life, That has been ripped and toren. The dreams have been crushed, They do not see the pain in my heart. My missing love, Missing from my life. My lost friend, Lost when he found love. My boys, One lost, One missing. Both are loved and always will be, Maybe not by other girls, But deffinitly by me. Do they see my pain? Do they hear my sobs? These tears fall for a lost friend, These teans stain for a missing love. These are my tears, This is why I cry.