A little red in the corner of her eye;
Dry tear ducts,
betrayed by the hue.

Dried tear outline beneath her eyes;
A broken heart,
she’ll forever rue.

Broken lashes and puffy skin;
Remnants of her past,
torn within.

A little red in the corner of her eye;
While I search for deeper meaning,
might just, be a stye.

So much for being dramatic.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar