Another WOTD: Festival (Emo Version)

It’s a festival of smiles and of tears

When the smiles come less often

Wet eyes fill and explode with emotion

Then come the days of enjoyment

Less often, but on occasion they appear

Raised outer lips turned up in happiness

Like the music and gathering of the festival

They come and go as they please

My soul convivial when the tears leave

My essence gregarious when comes the grins

It’s my festival of emotion nonetheless

That makes me a celebration in my own sense

If I could only control the tears throughout the years

We’ll see…