I am your tear.
I make you look weak,
minding my own business
strolling down your cheek.
I am your tear.
I mock you with shame.
It all ends
with your cutting game.
When you're done your game,
you still see me
wandering down your face
with no sense of glee.
You try everything
to get me away,
but all you do
is cry all day.
Then the next day,
and the day after that,
you still see me
resting on your face
with no sense of glee.
I am your tear.
I have no bliss,
for that's my position,
to give you a sorrowful kiss.
Poem About Never Ending Sorrow
I Am Your Tear
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2016 with permission of the Author.
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