Just For Me

The tears went down,

in the form of dews,

for the one who understands,

the pain of muse.

The rain that cherishes,

part of my heart,

is not present here,

to see my scars.

My mind was creased,

with all those thoughts,

escaping my sight,

from those dark haunts.

I never imagined the lust of flee,

insensitivity that made my heart cry.

Is that all you want me to see,

creator can't be, so, just for me.