Honest Tears 8/22/14

  • A great weakness of mine and burden to bare is when I see a woman shed a


    She may be pretty or plain, in that moment my heart is hers,

    I'm  just a sucker for those tears, those which express vulnerability and  fear,

    Tears that mourn,

    that of self doubt and unjust scorn,

    the truth is it isn't just the tears,

    It is the raw honesty in facial expression,

    when her nose drips without a care, it is when she falls to the ground like a child in


    it is the silent squeal and gasp for air,

    it is truth without a doubt or illusion,

    it is those gleaming eyes streaming emotion dancing on the edge of

    eyelash and eyelid which compels me to care.