I had an annoying drop out of my eye
Its called a tear.
But I’m proud to admit I cry
I saw love today and it was grim.
Her face had the countenance I’ve dreamed of,
And it was not for him.
It was for another, someone other’s “significant other”
He didn’t show. Though he knows, I know.
It was sad.
The whole affair. And I thought
I’d rather die than have that.
That’s why came the drop out of my eye
I thought of death
And how I’m too proud to admit I cry
It was after that that I thought of rhymes.