Tears

Your wet streaming down the surface of pores in my skin, running fast with no pace drying up in the wind. Starting from my oval shaped opening, Like entering a door with no closing. Finishing at the bottom of my cheek, Overlapping my darkness as I sleep. Dissappearing from sight like you were a magical act, Following up with another of you to parrallel this pact. You can define happiness or sadness, Or the feelings felt with no one to second guess. My vision gets blurry and heat flushes my round face, You are the tears I weep as I lie awake. You are my hopes and desires, dripping off my skin into a pool of fire. You quench the thirst my heart needs, You are almost always falling down my cheek.