Teardrops running down the cheeks should be salty
But they burn like pepper when concealed in a thick beard.
Pains of broken heart
pressure of camouflaged emotions
The leaves may have turned brown
Rust on the iron rod is covered in
No one will see what's inside
Being hard is the norm
Even if by unwanted supplements
When the heart's flaccid
what's the point of a hard d*#k?