The Teardrop Poem

A poem is just a teardrop A form of liquid pain Released to pen and paper Our words become a stain The hurt that's bottled up inside Can come out through our eyes Promises made, but never kept Are nothing but liquid lies As the teardrop hits the paper The words begin to form Releasing all the pain inside To calm the coming storm Heartache is just another word That's written by our tears The pain becomes the writer's quill 'Til a little relief appears A poem is just a teardrop That's worded carefully Liquid pain becomes a stain And sets the poet free