Tears - Poem by 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?
Pour out my tears?
Drink to my fears?
It hurts so much,
Without your touch.
My tea is cold,
I need your hold.
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