Thread: To wipe up the tears left by another man.

Tears falling in rivulets down pale cheeks,
Threatening to take her beauty with them,
Brown eyes so full of life, now dull with pain,
She may never feel right again. But that's
Just what she thinks.
His fingers, thin and delicate with their touch,
Like the nimble long legs of a spindily spider
Even though for him the pain is almost too much
for him to bare, he stays, Right there, for him,
For her, for nothing, for more.
Even if it breaks his heart, he won't ever let it
Part. At her side he decides to stay, and it kills
Him a little more every day. Hate, it burns and
Bubbles inside, but he just lets it ride. And still
He wipes the tears.
Even though he knows she belongs to him not,
And the thought makes him mighty hot, and oh
So angry.By her side he remains to help her through
Another day, she couldn't make it by herself.
And these tears prove to him,
Her Man is little help. So his shoulder he continues
To offer, for her to cry. So his heart can feel some
Use beside the achs and pains it gives him every
Damn day. And still he remains another and another
Still, To wipe up the tears left by another man.