#57 - Letting go

I wish my tears dropsLooked pretty like these…But they don’t.They simply roll down my faceAnd disappearWhen I’m on my own,Far away somewhere,Alone.And if someone closeWho can look into my soulHappens to be near byWhen I wish to cryMy tears drops simply dry upAnd quietly trickle down my throat.Unseen, unheard, alone…