So little and fragile, but a lot of meaning and debt,
Trickles of clear liquid stream down,
Leaving your plush cheeks softly wet.
Wiped away like its breezed by the wind,
In the tissue, it is kept.
You can hold in the rage,
But you know what happens next.
There’s no way they can be held,
Whether from happiness, sadness, or fear.
If the feeling deeply takes over you…
Silently come tears.***
