VELVETEEN TEARS

Let him cry those velveteen tears.
Listen, as they softly
roll down his face
on a journey to the far south.

Let him use those velveteen tears.
Watch, as they slowly
turn into tiny cushions
in a land of rough cotton lace.

Let him drink those velveteen tears.
Feel, as they suddenly
pierce his shivering lips
and leave him there in the ice storm.

A/N: I think my muse has come back to me. Well, at least she’s paid me a little visit again. Tell me what you think of this, okay? Cause I’m unsure...