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