Pretty Tears

As the pretty tears fall down fragile cheeks,

She turns her frown around but it does not stick,

Trying as she can to not feel what she does,

Holding onto an aching pain and straining for the sun,

A light shines down onto the pretty tears,

Drying them and staying on the fragile cheeks,

But the tears don't stop and the pain doesn't go,

It simply hides away.

As the pretty tears fall down to drip,

Sailing down to the knee as it taps impatiently,

Hearing the ticking clocks and sniffles around,

Listening to the fragile thoughts of all,

For all are feeling, all are sharing,

Even if all do not know.

As the pretty tears fall,

They fall for all,

Through the held back cries,

Of dreams of lullabies,

Of warm embraces,

And thoughts of those last,

Those last unknown places,

Journeys to go.

As pretty tears fall down fragile cheeks,

She looks about the room,

It's still standing, though it is cold,

And the clock still ticks,

A knowing glance from them about,

For all about are feeling, sharing,

And they all know.

As the pretty tears fall despite the sun,

She'll wrap blankets about herself,

For it is cold no matter what the forecast says,

It is dismal,

And that way it stays.

As the pretty tears fall,

They fall for all,

For always,

In fragile memories, 

In rooms you don't mean to look into,

And that's okay,

Someone knows,

But they don't know all.