They're hot and wet and stream down my face unceasingly
they're clearish-blue and come from me
they hold pain and hurt and anger and frustration
they hold happiness, joy, tenderness, and compassion
they show feeling, what I am feeling, inside this body, this head
they show misery and when someone has made me mad
they make me feel better but I don't like what brings them to my eyes
because I feel some sort of pain every time I cry
I can't help it if I'm sensitive but it's better than having a heart of
stone
or having no love left at all and being cold and alone
my tears are caused mostly by people, the ones I love so dearly
but you know what they say that the people closest to you hurt you the most
so I cry in voice and tears
love me and wipe my tears from my face and love me
 
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