 | There are two types of tears.
Boy tears,
and girl tears.
Girl's tears are drenched with emotion,
with passion,
dripping with tragedy,
self-pity
drama
and, lets face it,
hormones,
mascara.
Some girls wear tears well,
each one a tiny mirror to her soul,
but reflecting her face at the same time.
Some tears are acidic,
burn into her eyes,
and fall like blood,
dripping from a sacraficed lamb.
Boys tears are made of different stuff,
of fallen pride,
of slaughtered honour
and defeated confidence.
Boys tears are silent,
embarassed and out of place.
Sincere,
real droplets of their souls,
pouring out from their eyes,
leaving them vunerable,
weak
pathetic.
Yet, at the very moment as the first tear,
drops off his face,
at that moment,
trust him.
His tears cannot lie,
like girls tears do,
so,
don't believe he loves you,
until he stands there,
tears dribbling uselessly down his face,
begging you never to leave him. |  |
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