LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015

The special ones are those that make me cry,

Those that touch the soul deeply in pain,

For in emotion lies the true place,

Where the heart reveals itself in its fervor.

They are the tears that carry with them

The weight of all that is felt,

For it is in crying that I find shelter,

Even when the heart is suffering.

Each tear carries a piece of life,

Of what was, of what will never be,

And in this sadness, in a contained way,

The heart, for a moment, will be free.

The special ones are those that slide down,

For in their pain, truths are found.

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