Teardrop

Teardrop by Deveil

Slowly it slips

                       and falls

         from the interior

         of the human soul,

a tunnel,

                   a passageway,

                                       a glimpse

into a tornado of feelings

whirling inside the heart

so beautiful

                    delicate

                                fragile

                                             and clear

uncapturable in its true form

the essence of all complete feelings.

For a moment

                     it dangles

                                   it hovers

                                                over the edge,

then

           ever so slowly,

           slides away into a destiny

           of nothing.