A pair of teardrops forming in the distance.
Reflecting from the glass window,
Camouflaging in the rain.
Gradually they grow in size,
Turning and twisting in the eyes.
Windows to the soul,
Somehow lost their connection.
Heavy as they are,
Glistening under the light.
"My teardrops are sweet",
I once heard you say.
But still your emotions gave way.
Streaming down your cheeks,
Two distant paths.
Different worlds they might belong to,
But yet they leave traces.
Memories of a bruised feeling,
Uncontrollable breathing.
Never lose hope my dear,
And hush on the crying.
Sorry love.
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