Tear Drop

Rolling hot tear

Your streak leaves me uncomfortable

I blink and yawn to stretch my eyelids

To rid myself of the salty trail

Uncomfortable with death, with pain

Feeling sorry myself for pity is my problems

Tears drip for movies that hit to close to home

They form from the thought that live isn't priceless

But rather worth as much as people offer smiles

Or as little as hate gestures

A drop flooding memories of all that I know is great

Tears are warm and full of emotion for when there is too much or rather deserted feelings

They are the pride to what I have

And an apology for my frequent misuse of circumstance

The hate I myself spread or take advantage of

Sometimes those tears are my purest self

That flow away as fast as they come

Because after it all drys up, I complain about my uncomfortable salty eyes