Glass Tears

They're making an unthinkable way for torment to stop.

Falling between frigid downpour drops.

Seems, by all accounts, to be hard as stone.

However, their hearts are separated from everyone else.

I cry glass tears ignorant about the inclination.

Precious stone dots are an impulse to my throbbing eyes.

Kindly track down an adoration without breaking to lies.

Allow them to crush into 1,000,000 sections.

I'll reattach them back to my heart.

I cry glass tears in a condition of quietness.

There are things I realize I should see.

Am I to see them before wretchedness comes to me?

Talking just for this one single man.

I can't be considered answerable for the things that I damn.

I cry glass tears to deliver the pressure.

Ordinarily I have come to an idea.

Where the joy of affection is not generally gotten.

Into an existence where my tears will break.

Just to account for the ones that I make.

I cry glass tears since they are negligible.