The Tear WineNSarcasm: The Tear It slowly gathered in the corner of her eye; barely perceptible when it started. There it sat and began to grow, collecting softly, unnoticed. Finally, growing too large for its place there; one blink and it spilled out onto her cheek and rested before sliding slowly downward leaving a trail in its wake upon her clean and powdered face. She made no move to wipe it away, but rather immersed herself in the warmth it brought knowing it was but one more memory that had now been torn from her soul, bringing her one more step to moving forward. Briefly, she wondered, how many more would there be. A tear slowly formed in the corner of her eye.... (Edited by WineNSarcasm) | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |
