Where did this salty substance come from
I haven't seen this in years
These tears
They over flow out of the ducks from which there stored
But I fight trying to hold them back
Long enough from them to drain back in
Where the belong
Behind the folds of my eye lids
Every once in awhile they show up again
This time the burden was to much
The hurt was to strong
They creep to the surface
Like an unbound spring
And they sit at the boundary
Peaking over the edge
Until one has the courage to leap off
Into an unknown territory so it latches on an eye lash afraid to let go
But slowly it looses its grip
Then free falls
But the rest choose the safe path an climb down my cheek
They descend slowly, carefully
And as they reach the end of the path
They detach
And who knows were they'll end
This is the last time I'll tear up again