The tears are salty and warm.
They glide dlowly down my cheeks and across my lips.

What does it mean? 
To be happy, to feel like nothing can bring you down.

What is a smile, a laugh?

What does it mean?
To be loved, cherished for who you are.

How does it feel?
To live freely, without doubt of yourself, or fear of rejection.

How does it feel?
To be living in the moment, not worriying about the past or future.

I'm numb, I feel nothing.
Nothing but the constant ache of my broken heart
and the tears gliding slowly down my face.