Tears

Tears. 
rolling down my face. 
Tears.
making my nose run.
Tears
from the very core of me.

You keep them in a bottle.  Why is that?  Do you set them on a shelf with my name on it in your heavenly apothecary?  Do you use them to water my heart when it is parched from too much heartbreak?  Do you use them to water the seedlings in someone else's heart?  I guess it's not my place to know.

But I wonder. 

And I will still cry when I need to....


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