The Dew in her words

TEARS.....

Borne by eyes,the prettiest of organs...
in everyone and in all of the morgens .

Varyingly grown in each emotion...
But fall from the only location .

Contain no weight within...
But heavy to take in..

Dive drop by drop , brisk in leapings...
Rolling like disc full of feelings..!

Frown the nerves of brain to strain...
Seconds over seconds , drive insane !

Pricked heart calls out the lacrymals..
All the then happenings are not anormals .

Fill and fall when in passion , grief, and depression
By an emotional cycle , not alone , but in fusion..

With the throat , going dry and low
And the heart melting just like the snow...

Not a rule for every eye to shed them..
But every heart seems a bled hem..!

Very hard it is for the sobbing self to soothe ..
And so is , as well for the sobbing self to breathe .....

Begin to plunge verily when states go pears
Beautiful yet painful is to lock them , the tears...!!