Lauren's Tears

Again I see Lauren drinking As she talks about her broken heart, At me she is just smiling and winking Happily seeing not one teardrop began to start. She told me how she had been cheating on And how she had been physically and emotionally abused, By the man who she believed to be the one Now her soul and her body are both bruised. She told her parents once many years ago How a friend close to her had cheated and lied, Unto her she thought that was such a deadly blow So, at her home she just sat alone and cried. She then told me about her life And all about her countless teardrops, She then told me about her worries and her strife Which arrives and seemingly sometimes never stops. Then she said calmly and honestly to me That she hopes to never cry no more, Because, when she does she can't think or even see As the teardrops down her cheeks pour. She then told me about their salty taste When she looked and replied to me and her peers, Tasting that pain and sorrow is such a waste Now alcohol she said, tastes much better than tears. Randy L. McClave