Teardrops
By briana 40
This feeling of deep pressure, When my eyes well up. I know I'm gonna cry, And it's now something I can't stop. This tear builds up faster, I'm looking through my own glossy panes. Traveling to the edge of my eyelid, Driving me insane. Now the tear is falling, Dripping down my cheek. Falling now, by my nose, To my mouth it creeps. This single tear builds up, To form a welling drop. As it falls to my lips, I use my tongue to make it stop. This tear's journey is over, I stopped its longing trip. The salty tear I'm tasting, Didn't make it past my lip. But that doesn't mean it's over, Another tear is on its peak. I'm still sad and lonely, And a new tear starts it's journey down my cheek. This new tear is a little different, Floating freely down my face. Trying hard not to take the path, Of the tear it has replaced. This one seems to be scared, Of my pouty lips. But little does this tear know, I'll catch it before it slips. This silly game continues, Adding tear by tear. And it will keep going, Until I've conquered my lonely fear. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 01:33 PM PST 0 • 1
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