Rhymes

I had an annoying drop out of my eye

Its called a tear.

But I’m proud to admit I cry

 

Just sometimes.

 

I saw love today and it was grim.

Her face,

Her face had the countenance I’ve dreamed of,

Of love.

And it was not for him.

 

It was for another, someone other’s “significant other”

And

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

 

Just sometimes.

It was after that that I thought of rhymes.

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