Hopeful tears
In one point of life we must sacrifice treasures For nothing at all Not gold nor dust Tears will fall from ovals of white and brown Overflow, drop to the dirt Eternally lost tears never to be found again When that time comes in years or months or grains of sand You will see crystals fall, tears forever gone, eternally lost These crystals will seem blurry or pointless even bland But those pure drops of truth will only cleanse Tender crystal, gentle as snow, warm to touch Hopeful tears
blindfoldedBandit · Sun Sep 20, 2009 @ 11:42pm · 0 Comments |