These Things Called Tears

These Things called Tears

These things called tears they stick to my face

Eventually they’ll dry and stay where they lieThey flow down from the eyes and run down the cheekThe source coming from that, which sees the worldAnd either creates rivers of serenity or sorrow These tears hold memories in the tiny drops of waterEach memory and thought flows downThey continue until landing on the groundThe drops flow down the face because they are heavy with the pastThey slowly slide down the face because despite of how sad the facts and feelings are we still want to hold onto themIf you care enough they dry and stick to youIf the drops are too heavy from your thoughts they fall to the ground I wish to find a way to end it or solve the problemI want to be able to take care of my problems so they won’t show through for others to see myself asI want these things called tears to be in my eyes but not shape my appearanceEach drop that falls bear the memories into the ground to rest not to be felt again People say these tears show weakness and frailty It is looked down uponWe are human with ideals that are displayed by cryingThose who say they are weak and frail don’t realize thisThe people who cry are not weak but bold and courageousFor they defy the people that seek to bring them down My own tears are that if my window to the worldI’ve started growing tired of looking through itI’ve been looking down on others and criticized thenI should be looking up and seeing how I may help themI never let go of what happensIt is my duty to complete the incompletions in my lifeAs for now I’ll let the tears flow downWhere they’ll stop I will see

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