Tears
So little and fragile
But a lot of meaning and debt
Trickles of clear liquid stream down
Leaving your cheeks slightly wet
Wiped away like it’s breezed by the wind
In the tissue it is kept
You hold in the rage
But you know what happens next
There’s no way they can be held
From happiness, sadness or fear
If the feeling deeply takes over
Silently comes the tears
