Tear drop

I dwell in a place, the only one
Where pictures get reflected
I can see them all painted,
With me being colourless.

But when these paints get black
I get triggered from those eyes
They try to preserve me,
Not willing to expose me.

But I roll down,
Laving their dry skin
Through this path
I can feel the unrest underneath it.

I'm the only water
Which can't douse this raging fire
Yet,  I like to get burnt,
And feel the scorching pain

Eventually, I drop down
And forget about its existence
And feel the same. Nothing. 

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