My Tears

I cried tears of blood. the sorrow grows. Its not just  my eyes, how will I cry?

I am weary, tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping,

Fire from the heart , tears from the eyes of this woman.

Tears  are like the summer rain pierced by lighting. veils of tears, in which rainbows span upon them.

The bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours of frustration and exhaustion

I struggled to get through the tears streaming down my face. Because all, tears are appropriate as you say goodbye to the reason for the tears.