Tears

Tears, warm tears, Flow by my side. Scaling the skin Very much alive, A remnant of what’s died.

Tears, unwanted tears, Flow by my side. Tickling the cheek, Which betray A message’s bespeak.

Tears, sad tears, Flow by my side. Drawing a sniff, Drawing attention, But it’s no one’s tiff.

Tears, happy tears, Flow by my side. Making a funny sight, Never seen before, Hidden behind might.

Tears, healing tears, Flow by my side. Wash the eyes, Clearing my vision, As the trail dries.

Tears, loving tears, Flow by my side. They’re not to wipe, as they’re the proof, Of someone’s gripe.

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