When a man cries
He makes nil
or a minute sound
And his tears
Is a very shy girl.
Tears of a man,
is bitter and thicker
than the tears of a woman.
It rivers from his heart
not from a crocodile’s eyes,
and barely tell a lie
like a thespian tears.
Tears of a man
it flows with intent
into the slope of his heart
onto the peak of the pain
to cool it like rain.
And must flood inside
before it steams out
against the tensile stamina
of his eyes.
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