Teardrop Poem by Ellen frawley
Teardrop
One dropp that’s how it starts,
A single drop,
It falls,
To the floor,
With it I stop for I can go can go on no more,
At night,
Or just when I have a moment alone,
When I’m on my own,
They come,
Some times a flood,
Or just a single lonely one,
Flows down my face,
When I’m cut to pieces,
Torn apart,
No tears come,
It’s like a desert I’m side,
But when I’m alone,
They overflow.
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8/6/2026 7:20:56 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
It's so beautiful how you've described the tears, the signs of excitement and downfall.The outpouring was emminent!