I envy girls crying dainty sobs
a tear in the corner of the eye
I have never learned the female art
Of looking good while you cry
My tears come like pouring rain
Wetting my face and clothes
I gulp for air causing quakes
From head down to my toes
My nose runs and my face turns red
And my hair gets limp and messy
God forbid I’m wearing white
Or something the least bit dressy
Mascara never stays on my eyes
It runs in rivers down my cheeks
Leaving me looking quite a mess
All covered in ebony streaks
I wipe my face with my hands
And now they too are soiled
So I wipe them thoughtlessly on my skirt
My outfit now is spoiled
I look a total freaky mess
I don’t think I have to mention
One thing I never, ever do
Is cry just for attention
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Reviews of "Pretty Tears"
Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2004
Outstanding !
Sorry - but I had to laugh imagining you, standing there, with rivers of mascare running down your cheeks and you clean the with your t-shirt.
You are fantastic.
Reviewed by CHRIS CYR (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2004
this is a real cry.not for pity tears.they are good for us on occassion.i have cried real tears since my son died.this is a great poem it brings reality to real tears.a job well done Sue.
LOL this is a great one with humorous tones. It has happened to me, meaning I cry like that too. I hate it when my mascara runs. Thanks for sharing this wonderful write with us.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2004
This is what you call a good cry, one with strength and meaning. Loved your poem.
There is a vast difference between crying and little dainty sobs. I totally relate to your poetry, uuummm now where have I seen that before, oh yes, you have expressed the same thing I do, welcome to the crying club :):) Great write Sue.
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Sorry - but I had to laugh imagining you, standing there, with rivers of mascare running down your cheeks and you clean the with your t-shirt.
You are fantastic.
relate to!
Hope you don't have to cry often, though, Sue.
sueb
There is a vast difference between crying and little dainty sobs. I totally relate to your poetry, uuummm now where have I seen that before, oh yes, you have expressed the same thing I do, welcome to the crying club :):) Great write Sue.
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