Poetry / Teardrop

One tiny tear on the heart-shaped face
Runs spiralling down and rests between the soft lips
The lips which do not want to free the words
For the cage of her mouth is their dying place.

The words which long to be spoken
She will not let them go
When they beg to be let out and free
She shakes her head to say no
So that not even then the spell is broken.

One tiny tear lingers but cannot hold on anymore
So with abated breath it tries to make peace with fate
It’s smooth crystal beauty was its only strength
What a shame that now it will be murdered by the floor.

Screaming to be saved, screaming to understand
It falls in solitary motion
Before plummeting to the ground
And suddenly the girl is aware
Of a sad and painful sound
As she catches the tear in her hand.

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