Collectively the tears do form,
though the reason for now is still uncertain.
But should one of them fall, she knows
it will only be a single drop.
Plop.
A single drop.
She is strong;
she is able;
she doesn't have to shed more than a single tear.
She has the willpower to face
the very thing she fears.
But should she be overwhelmed
by all of these maddening emotions,
it will only be a single drop.
Plop.
A single drop.
Raging on like a flame
she carries on throughout the day.
Like a wrestler in a match,
she knows she'll find her way.
But should she fail
to make it through,
it will only be a single drop.
Plop.
A single drop.
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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
PoetryJust a few poems to get out all of my loving, yet frustrated emotions to my special someone. :) <3 Note: Some of these are free verse, some are not, it just depends on what comes into my heart. © Moraceae
