Sparkatale

Fall.
Let them.
From your eyes.
Pours just like rain
Full of all the misery
Kept deep within your soul.
The waters dare to drown you
In the sorrow you cannot control.
Let them fall, instead, from your eyes
To pool upon the ground beneath your feet,
Unless you wish to simply slip beneath the waves
Of misery and worry until finally you just drown
Lost beneath the surface of the concerns
That brought you all these tears...
Let them fall.