Tears
The warm water trickles down down my red face,
Salty,but not in a haste.
Gliding down,making my wet,
Like the most loving pet.
It lands,splashing on my clothes,
Making a puddle all around me.
It goes in my mouth,
Giving me a nice salty taste.
But I never know why it goes that way,
My tears just wash me away.
And than I find myself in an ocean,
Full of my salty tears.
Salty,but not in a haste.
Gliding down,making my wet,
Like the most loving pet.
It lands,splashing on my clothes,
Making a puddle all around me.
It goes in my mouth,
Giving me a nice salty taste.
But I never know why it goes that way,
My tears just wash me away.
And than I find myself in an ocean,
Full of my salty tears.