The thoughts that prick
Behind the eyes,
The hand that reaches
Up to dry
The tears.

The sparkle holding it all
Inside,
The glisten as she says
She tried,
But then, the tears.

The sobs escape
The back of her throat,
A drop falls down
And all she knows
Is tears.

The glittering blue
Eyes,
Wet like the tears they
Cry.
The tears.