Tears of sorrow
Your hazel eyes in sorrow, the transparent tears that fall, your wet cheeks and your mouth in despair, the circular balls stroking your face. You eyes bloodshot and dry, the tears now strolling down like a waterfall only dirty and ugly, your dry mouth begging for water and your nose running. Your wet fingers rubbing against your eye making it redder.
Don't ever cry, or I will die inside.