Three Tears

I’ll call the song 

Three tears 

and a glass of champagne.

The woman is always beautiful, 

With soft hair and supple skin

Angel lips that will never let 

you kiss in peace again. 

Her eyes are big, but not wide. 

I’ll call the song

Three tears 

and a staring contest with iMessage. 

She reads quickly, 

And puts together 

Things you fear to say

Even to yourself. 

I’ll call the song 

Three tears 

and a mirror-turned-alarm-clock. 

People always know,

Bad is anything but invisible. 

She stands there with streaks across her face,

Crying till she tastes 

her bitter make-up. 

Always take up 

the cause of a beautiful soul. 

I haven't met an ugly soul.

I’ll call the song

Three tears 

and a world of people who can’t decide. 

Life could be better, 

Life is perfect. 

I’ll call the song

Three tears 

and a heart that can't give to get. 

Songs of three tears

Are not melodious. 

They are dark and 

waiting for the fourth.