Tears Poem by stephanie varnadore
Tears
Tears are as sharp as knives;
They hurt like the bees in the hives.
Dropplets of water that pour from the eyes;
Tears for the dead have many ties.
But the worst tears of all
Are when two best friends fall.
Lies were spread from this one guy,
Because of him, all they do is cry.
It is painful to watch these two die,
When jealousy slowly breaks the tie.
Their friendship is lost:
This is the final cost.
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