I AM A TEAR DROP

Do not shed me,
I am that precious.
And with me the moisture,
The hormones that are anxious.
Pretty girls weep over worries,
And the boys over loss.
O'er the burden that overpower,
Bestowed by The Boss.
True, I break down your stress,
And relieve your sighs.
But, what about them?
The moisture of your eyes....?

Comments

  1. Vov girl.. u r on fireπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜‰
    T.G.

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  2. Awesome dudeπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ what the emotions well played by ur words.......
    No wrfs to say

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