The Tearsmith

The Tearsmith
Look, you’ve made me cry now. It’s you, you really are my Tearsmith. Ah, yes! That person-the master of our heartstrings, the weaver of our emotions. Their gaze, a double-edged sword, slicing through our defenses with equal parts tenderness and vulnerability.
Everyone has their own. They hold the power to unleash tears, those salty rivers that flow from the depths of our souls. Yet, in the same breath, they can paint our world in hues of joy, their eyes like sunbursts on a cloudy day.
Their glance-a symphony of contradictions. It whispers secrets, dances with memories, and etches promises on the canvas of our existence. With a single look, they unravel us, revealing the raw threads of our desires and fears.
So, we stand there, hearts laid bare, caught in the tug-of-war between sorrow and elation. Their eyes time travel, journeying through our past, present, and unwritten chapters of our future.
And we, mere mortals, are left to wonder: How can someone wield such power with a mere glance? Perhaps it’s magic-the kind that defies logic and transcends reason. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s love-the most potent force in the universe.
So, here’s to the person-the architect of our heartbeats, the composer of our sighs. May their gaze continue to unravel us, leaving us both undone and whole. For their eyes, we find our own reflection-a mirror of longing, hope, and the beautiful chaos of being alive.
Zaliyah ;
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