• Drip.. Drop...,
    Plink.. Plop...,
    Rolling down her cheeks.

    So warm,
    Crying in her dorm,
    Late at night.

    Yet so sad,
    Or perhaps mad,
    Are you scared to ask her why?

    Her shoulders shake,
    And you wonder what would make,
    Somebody like her cry.

    Was it a lie?
    Did somebody die?
    Just ask her for once.

    How was your day?
    Are you okay?
    Who knew so much water could come from someone's eyes.