A poem about crying….because we’re supposed to….
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My tears, they spill
In unwilled greed
Like my heart contracts
For my body’s need.
The salty ribbons stream
To unknot my concern,
And release my sorrow
In a necessary turn.
The drops, they sting
As heavy feelings project,
And then they disappear
With no pool to collect.
My eyes host a ready supply,
Even when my emotions are still,
For when it’s time to surrender…
My tears, they spill.
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