A Tear...
By Invisible Poet •
The tear slowly drips
A strange thing the tear
It comes in trips
It comes at sadness, happiness, and even fear
Slowly dripping down ones face
To fall and crash to the floor
It happens all over the place
To the rich and to the poor
But when a loved one cries
It affects you more than when you yourself cry
You’ll fill their heads with lies
And inside you just want to die
I make up for those around me that cry in the exceed
For not in over a year
No one has gazed into my eyes to plead
I have not shed a tear
Not when my grandmother passed
Not when by best friend overdosed
No my eyes never even glassed
But the seeds of hate were sowed