His Tears...

June 12, 2012
By LexiiSkye BRONZE, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
LexiiSkye BRONZE, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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I watched as a stream of tears flushed his cherry brown cheeks.

Perfect wet crystal balls formed, then fell from underneath his eyelids as he blinked.

It was the moment, the moment that pain had taken its toll in the bitter sweet seconds of our conversation.

But with no hesitation, I was his one and only comfort.

I was the blanket that snuggled him so very tight till he could hardly breathe.

Yet the thin, black, and dark skinned blanket whose warmth allowed him to sleep with ease and without something, once called his tears.


The author's comments:
" Seeing someone very close to me cry, inspired me to write this poem. While in the process of writing, all I could picture were how his teardrops appeared to look to me"

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