I want to be your tears.

I want to be born in your eyes.
See the world in your perspective.
See why when I solve it, my answer is always a little less than yours.
See why my laughter is so amusing.
See who caused you to make me.

I want to be your tears.

I want to live on your cheek.
I want to feel your warmth.
I want to tangle myself in the lotions of personality you apply.
I want to tickle you when your down.
I want to feel your hand when you rest it.
I want to hurt who caused you to make me.

I want to be your tears.

I want to die on your lips.
Taste those words that let me see your perspective.
Eat that noise you made when I laughed.
Flavor the soft sighs you make when you get frustrated.
Bite the one that caused you to make me.


I want to be your tears.