Sobbing, crying, wailing, screaming.
Ugly and stupid things.
Bottled up emotions
Pouring out like wine.
But this wine is more like vinegar
Sour and rotten,
Burning your cheeks.
Yet this sour substance,
Salty with fear,
Is beautiful.
Tears are perfect little gems.
Forming on our eyes.
Showing the reflections of those comforting us.
Our lashes try to push them away,
But this beauty should be remembered always.
And though crying is often called a waste of time,
Tears are a treasure we cannot waste.
And though we try to wipe them away,
They stay with us forever.
In our hearts,
And in our eyes.
















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