Watching The Tears Roll Down My Cheeks Poem by Gini OQuinn

Staying up through the night,
mirror in hand,
eyes red and swollen,
nose all runny,
watching the tears,
roll down my cheeks.

It's the only thing,
that gives me comfort,
wipping them off,
with hand and sleeve,
watching the tears,
roll down my cheeks.

Blurry and wet,
the reflection becomes,
while the solution starts,
to become clearer and clearer,
watching the tears,
roll down my cheeks.

Falling asleep,
tired and stressed,
the dreams make,
the tears slow,
no more tears,
roll down my cheeks.
~Gini O'Quinn