Tears

My first attempt at a Crown Cinquian.

Falling,
warming my face,
smearing my eye make-up,
liquid emotion from my eyes,
they fall.

Often,
when I am sad,
a poignant lyric heard,
as I watch a sorrowful scene,
they show.

Sometimes,
I laugh and cry,
conflicting emotions,
appear simultaneously,
clashing.

Endings
that are happy
can cause them to appear
and I feel just like a schoolgirl
again.

Daily
I think of dad.
His memory appears,
they pour, falling like a torrent.
my tears.