To me, a tear,
Is as clouded as it is clear.
It screams of happiness and hurt,
The emotions that I couldn't put into words.
A tear, it's the beginning,
Or the finish line, the ending.
The rope undone before the curtains fall.
Or when the lights go on; the round of applause.
Every whisper that you couldn't hear,
Dissolved in that single tear.
Pictures that fly through my mind,
Reflect in that tear's shine.
And as it falls to the ground, the world stops,
Without having a hand to wipe it off.
It rolls down my cheeks, with such grace,
And along with its brothers, it traces a single line on my face.
One dark line.
A scar of the wounds inside,
A crack that spreads down from my eyes.
Till the place where the tears waved their last goodbye.
A tear, speaks of words unspoken,
Heals and breaks, what's already been broken.
It's not a sign, that you've been weak,
But a sign, that there's a lot you've seen.
A lot you've seen, a lot you've felt.
Things people didn't see, were seen in the tears that fell.
Because when you get cut, you bleed till it becomes alright.
So when your heart breaks, it bleeds in the form of your cries.
And the dark line that marks my face,
Will only darken over time, the things I'll face.
But in the abyss of the dark, will be stories from the light.
And that single crack will hold a legend inside.
A tear, it shows me the way I've come,
It shows me how my mistakes will soon come undone.
And it's only through my blurry eyes, that I see clear,
My whole life's story, told by a single tear.
~LonelyComets
15.8.18
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The Falling Stars
Poetry"For every tear that fell from her eyes// A bright star came falling from the sky" Just poems.... uhhh... yeah :) Poems that basically pop up in my head at like 3am ... and are formulated over an hour or two. That ... or it was inspired by a dream :...
