The Teardrop

Fore Warning This Poem Is Dark

He is the tear

In a broken souls eye,

Round, and salty, and truly clear

The tear gets bigger as years go by

Stinging, burning in that broken souls eye,

For those who insist on knowing why,

It's the constant thought of wanting to die,

Never ask a tear,

In a broken souls eye,

Why it is clear,

And why it lies.

Author's Note

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A Lonely Minute