Crocodile tears trickling down.

Take a knife, stab my heart,

Nothing bleeding out.

I’ll take a step closer and crouch.

Not to wipe your tears, but to sneer.

For I don’t care, nor know about how to care.

My crocodile emotions, deep in the murky water.

I would snicker at a poster on a board.

I’d see the crocodile thread away,

Real tears returning back to waves.

Your crocodile tears can’t fool me.

For you can stab my heart,

And nothing would bleed out.

I’ll crouch and sneer,

at your swollen eyes and pouting lips.

With my crocodiles emotions.