DRY YOUR EYES

~DRY YOUR EYES~

I see disturbed waters.

I see cloudy skies.

Tired tear ducts yet

Flooded eyes.

So I say in humility;

Look at me wet eyes,

And dry your eyes.

Dry your eyes

Go ahead, use my free lines

Of consolation.

Hang each tear on them,

One after the other.

Be strong

For you are stronger!

Don’t let your pains weigh you down,

For you will grow much weaker.

Tears are good but they don’t solve problems either.

So you need to be strong and act wiser.

Dry your eyes you pretty little thing

You skinny empress

You chubby damsel

You plump beauty.

For you deserve better.

And better is coming

And when better finally arrives,

And these lines begins to sag

If they begin to sag so low, go ahead,

You are free to ask again for my pole

Of advice to support.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015