What is a Teardrop?

I feel more and say less

Sacs of words racing down my reddened cheeks

Liquid feelings that I struggle to keep at bay

What is a teardrop? A crystal dress

The one that fits my soul too perfectly

Therefore forbidden to be worn at day

And banished,

A nightgown forever.

What is a teardrop? A ball of fire

Born in the Depths of my heart

And I slowly lose control

As it burns its way to the windows of my soul

Hoping to excrete my source of pain and tire.

Stinging and pricking my eyes for a release

Until my barrier is broken,

A flood of tears cascade over my boulders.

Shall I seek a shoulder, I would feel content

but my knowledge of a hypocritical hold is older

And though my silent tears are trying to be sobs

I police myself to hold back such outbursts

making it rain until all this heat gets colder.

Leaving me with puffy red eyes

and puddles in my ears,

An expression of saddened emotions.

That is a teardrop,

A ball of fire clothed in a crystal dress

dwelling in the corners of my eyes

Waiting to do the dance, express.

Liquid emotions, a song of saddened hearts

causing me a throbbing headache

and a wagon of memories, rolling in

Oh, I wish they were lies.