If some tears could speak a few words,
Sure would they tell the world,
How it was deeper within for one
When laughing for the world..
Beautiful and meaningless when it spills,
Permission less and complaint less
Adhering to the tides up and down within..
And later being wiped in a soft muslin unnoticed..
Running away from dear of the questions they fear,
Not even able flow freely, but for in a shower..
Suppressing mostly all that’s felt, continues living dead the one
Never openly able to Laugh
Never openly able to Cry……
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