Letter To My Bitter Tears

A gorgeously dressed “tears” in unknown fears. How dare you abseil my cheek-beards in horror of cheers my rictus is smothered to share? It is clear to glare how bitter your wares are.   You declare your flair through my inability to bear the office rent-fee arrears to slay my business career. Thus emerged the first bitter tears as my ego disappears through the snare of the unknown fears.   Heavy are the steps I bear to climb an up-linked stairs in company of a stare that is bleary to focus my glare. You spare not to care about my welfare as you pierce the spear through to my heart’s rear.   As if that is not enough to care for a beer, you wear me out as my younger brother questions my plan-to-succeed affair. There came the second bitter tears but not for what he stirred. Instead, the tears were meant for the scare   of the inventions I stirred but yet materialized to fare my transportation to the next-level stair in care of celebration galore secured by beers in company of my peers. New life to appear while the old disappears.   One of my rare inventions is “Noveldram” which cheers, through research, will modernize genre of literature for reading care. The second is “The Billionaire Decoder” in its dearest care to stir your inner worth through “PEIM” as Poem and Econs, Inspiration and Math. Econs pairs. Don’t you know I shed bitter tears to have a clear vision to share in the chair of my glorious cheers? My failure is to stir success-wares for its true worth to be stared across the places the failed story was shared.