when my eyes begin to sting
and my vision becomes just colors.
when tears well up and
threaten to tumble out.
i can smile.
a smile for the tears
because
tears aren't always for sadness.
so i smile--
one that will look
like sunrays for onlookers.
and i close my eyes,
so that the wonderfully warm droplets
can finally be free.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 1:41 PM UTC
when my eyes begin to sting
and my vision becomes just colors.
when tears well up and
threaten to tumble out.
i can smile.
a smile for the tears
because
tears aren't always for sadness.
so i smile--
one that will look
like sunrays for onlookers.
and i close my eyes,
so that the wonderfully warm droplets
can finally be free.
i cant explain how much i love crying tears of joy for something bittersweet.
"the end"
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