the tear

it starts with a feeling

and moves to the eye

the water builds up

you wipe it dry

but then even more

to your surprise

come running down

you start to cry

the journey begins

it winds and turns

it slowy creeps

it feels each crack

each wrinkle

on the cheek

its gaining speed

its journey soon ends

of the cheek it jumps

towards the floor

there it will be

a tear no more

it falls

and falls

and falls

some

more

and SPLAT it goes on the floor