A droplet of salt
That runs down your cheeks.
It's a mix of sadness,
And an anger that leaks.
It fills you with dread,
It makes you feel bad,
Like a storm in your head,
That makes you feel mad.
You wipe it away,
With a scrunched up tissue.
But it just leaves red blotches,
And doesn't help you.
But there are tears of joy,
Not just of upset,
When you laugh to hard,
With the friend you've met.
Those lift up your spirits,
They don't make you feel sad.
The make you feel happy,
Because life isn't too bad.
A droplet of salt,
That runs down your cheek,
Your letting out the anger,
You've built for a week.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA mix of poems that I've written. Some are better than others but I hope you enjoy!
