The flood

the first tear rolls down a reddened cheek

Salty and wet, aerodynamically sleek

Moving along it's destiny set

Reliving sadness, getting everything wet

Don't blame the tear it's really not bad

It's certainly not it's fault that you're feeling sad

So let the tears flow even if you get wet

Cause keeping them in leads only to regret.


  • Goldfinch60

    Super write and so very true.

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