Tears Are Salty Poem by martine boucher

Running down my cheeks,

girl's worst enemy.

These little drops of hateness,

they really suprised me.



Sometimes there unplesant to have,

Sometimes can't control it.

Get's everything wet,

hate theme more than sweat.



My body has lost 5L tonight,

could start my own river.

Got to start digging that hole

cause the tent can't get any bigger,



So these tears of hateness,

will die soon,

tired of screaming, shouting and still nobody listens.

Probably cause the tears in my mouth are salty.