An allegorical object,
Often misunderstood,
And often ignored,
It's definition a hazy blur.
It tells a story,
A million thoughts,
A mixture of emotions,
And a thousand words left unsaid.
The sky cries sometimes,
Masks the tears that fall,
I cry under the rain,
Where no one sees.
I cry in wrath,
A painful betrayal,
A spice of hurt.
And when words fail me.
We hate crying,
But tears betrays us,
At hard times,
In dark moments.
Though, there are times,
We cry in glee and joy,
Our happiest moments,
Our precious memories.
They are our lips,
When words fail us.
And our way of expression,
To show our hurt.
A liquid so precious,
Yet can't be bought.
Tears are genuine,
The silent words of our hearts.
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Poetry#83 in poetry as of April 20,2017 #230 in poetry as of April 14,2017 Feel free to read. Be sure to prepare yourself though because any topic can serve as the theme, whether mellow, bright or dark. It's dedicated to @The_Superwoman since she inspired...
