It's easy to get your get your heart broken,
It's easy to see it get shattered,
Difficult to mend it, that's seemingly painful,
In the soul, a small sob muttered.
The first releases, the second follows,
The rest continue in a stream,
There's no control, it flows and flows,
With hot liquid, our face is streaked.
Red and puffy eyes, they're swollen a tad,
They sting a little, the mind feels so bad,
A million things we go through, agony and trauma,
Life's a play, an emotional drama.
They're liquid, clear as water,
The lacrimal glands have functioned,
Downstream through the cheeks,
It pierces, this secretion.
It blurs the eyes, and the fragile brain,
All our heart does is scream with pain,
How longer can this heavy weight be borne?
Someday, sometime, it has to pour.
These tears are sacred, they're not for the weak,
For the strong they are, our emotions leak,
Messengers of grief and signs of healing,
1% water, and the rest are feelings.
Yours poetically,
The Literary Artisan 💖
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