Tears of

My face is wet

not from rain though.

Wiping my eyes with a sleeve

I pick up a guitar

strumming a chord or two,

grab some ink and paper

and sing away the tears

of stress

betrayal

loss

of

love

hope

friends

family

reality

so maybe one day the words

I write when I can't smile

 can bring a beautiful smile to your tearstained face.

This poem is about: 
Me

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