Tears
They fall,
Quietly moving down a face.
They are signs,
Signs of the sadness within.
They tell stories,
Stories of pain or depression.
People see them,
Some try to stop them.
When seen on a face,
Someone tried to comfort another.
But I simply ask,
Can they ever truly be stopped?
Copyright © Madeline Eustice | Year Posted 2014
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