Short thoughts about tears

Blotted eyelids - curtains,
I'm surprised for the second time.
And where are those women's tears,
That, like the stars, drip from the eyes.

You never deceived me.
In the chest I do not hit, proving to everyone,
That I'm running to the bathroom in vain,
Avoiding scrupulous topics ...

On the water - with the stubbornness of an ass -
I'm trying to kindle the lights.
If we are not understood by men, they are to
blame for this - only they ...

Even sadness happens intermittently,
Everything earthly goes to "dinner."
Only we do not seem happy,
Time to cry, but there is no reason