Romanticized Tears

By Tavisha

Tears what are they?

A glimmering drop of Adam's ale 

Running down from the eyes to the ground 

Re-nurturing the flower of feelings dried long ago  

In the depths of faith ,in depths of judgement and hopes 

I store these in my heart

They grow a dead plant learning how to smile 

Irony talk , the dead plant  doesn't know how to feel alive beneath its own shrine 

It hides in the dark where no one can see it, away afar

Too pretty to hide 

Shining like the moon and stars

Decorative lights 

Foolishly romanticising my heidious sight

Best narrator on stage 

Like the rain when sky cries

Like the blood when soul lies

By Tavisha