Teardrops Poem by Victoria Hardy

Is it not the killing of your beloved one,
the teardrops?
Ones that you can't keep to yourself only,
But to the world as well.

Betraying your eyes,
giving away the your soul's mourning.
Yet the best to tell notebooks
The story of your love...

Your biggest confidant,
The one you can't escape
and hide under the shadows
of nights...

Though no one loves it,
Helps eventually.
As it is not the one
Sneakingly killing you inside.