HER TEARS
They run in the mist of her eyes.
When she cries, they become very dark.
They never match with sunrise; neither do they match with sunset.
It's when she cries that you see that she is upset
‘'oh heaven alone''
She will always smile.
It's at night where her pillows are her only friends.
She cries on them
She thinks of them
She whips on them
She sleeps on them
It's in the morning where she realizes she cried many tears
‘'oh heaven alone''
She will always smile.
Although her tears were in love and passionate to cry
It was in her eyes to admire the smile
Heaven alone, she always smiled.
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