Crocodile Tears
The way the wind blows The way storms roar The way thunder claps For lighting its path The way heavy rain slows Becoming drizzle The way things calm After the initial alarm The way you smile after A few sparkling tears The way this putty Made man, still! In the palm of your hand Willingly fooled by The flash of those Brown jeweled eyes The way, never mind Oh sweet Crocodile-tears Sign in to see full entry.