Tears

• Charli Walsh, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

My tear drop was filled with sorrow,
It was clear, no colour to fill its emptiness,
I was like a dead rose waiting for someone to swoop me off from the ground.
My tear was part of my soul escaping my heart.
My eyes were melting salt water..
When my tears were cold, it meant my heart was no-longer warm,
It looked like I was dying on the outside but I was already dead in the inside.....