My Tears...

sometimes when no-one else is around in the dark i start to cry then you can hear the saddest sound of a tear about to die born from my memories through the windows of my soul little saline racers down my cheeks they go my tears they flow with feeling changing shape with each emotion a steady leak for dealing with all of lifes commotion i cry to express, all the things i feel whether from my memory or a friends genuine ordeal i cant stop the flow from flowing or the memories they bring to mind but i take deep peace in knowing they're healing all they find