These Tears

They have more stories than the Empire State
More statements than this month’s issue
More issues than a magazine
Yet easily erased with a simple tissue

These tears

They are unspoken prayers
That roll down my cheek
They are an escape vent
When I can’t speak

These tears

Fragments of my heart
In liquid form
Expressions of my sentiments
I’m more than an ice storm

These tears

Bittersweet drops
Flowing like rhythm and rhyme
Mistaken for weakness
These tears of mine