another quickie poem. grissom's POV. plz review even flames!

and even though they were on the top of my xmas list, i still have no csi rights.

Tears

The moisture in your eyes is soft and faint

But to me it means the world

I hurt you

I hate to hurt you

But I can't stop

Nothing I say is right

Only comes out wrong

The words are battered

Bruised

Broken

And now so are you