Danette Frenz


Cry, release your tears-it's comfort.
Helps the pain, the troubles to thwart.
First tear trickles down, one eye and hits the lip.
The other, from another eye just slips.

Briny, salty, hot tears to taste,
Some say it’s not a waste,
But why such haste?
Either tear tastes the hurt,
Like words that are curt.

Both tears stab so deep.
Tear bags that steep, hot tears a heap.
What do I do?
Unto you?
Pour out my tears?
Drink to my fears?

It hurts so much,
Without your touch.
My tea is cold,
I need your hold.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 04, 2014

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Another cold day.

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  • Lyn Paul (1/4/2014 5:12:00 AM)

    It is good to release our tears when then is a need. There are also times in life when we know we have to move on and believe there is something better for us. Thank You Danette. (Report) Reply

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