I can taste the saltiness,
Practically feel the mascara running down my face.
''stop crying"
However I can tell myself blue in the face,
Yet the tears keep falling.
Sometimes it hails,
While most days are just a sprinkle or drizzle,
Yet no thunder.
Thunder only I can hear.
That rumble deep in my chest.
"Stop crying"
I hate crying,
I don't know what I'm watering
Probably just sprouting more pain.
Will I ever stop?
