I caught my tears,
what an awful thing,
as they slid from my eyes
and cast them into a
jar and labeled it "sorrow".
I traced my finger along
the path that my tears took,
and wiped it dry,
leaving no evidence
of the pain and regret
that had traveled down my face.
Now,
putting on a brave smile
I try to hide all that's bottled
up inside of me,
I try to hide the hurt but it
all comes out as more tears.
I try to catch them once more
but they slip down my face,
And slide between my fingers
Before I could.
"It will end", I tell myself,
"The salty tears will end"
But they never do.
Forever they come down
And drown me in the
Sadness and hurt of love.
Tears. What an awful thing.
