Some say tears make you ugly
Well I must agree to disagree
I believe they hold the most beauty
The most beautiful translucent streams
Flowing freely and unconditionally down her
blemished face
as she continues to stare in the mirror
she sees the clouded past in her eyes
Brewing up a storm
As the stories leak from the corner of my eyes
Leaving the marks from the past
Staining her cheeks
She tells her self every now and then
That the thing about tears is
All you have to do is wipe them away
And pretend for just one more day
That everything is ok