A simple trinket,
Tears of Green,
Blue,
Pink.
Gives me my only reminder.
The paper i wrote,
My path of tears.
Meaning,
Feels like you get things could worse and worse,
But there is a light to every path.
Just take it.
The paper gone.
Lost maybe,
Or someone threw it away to be decomposed.
But the thought will stick with me.
For walking on the path i am.
Walking,
Ever so slowly...
Why?
Why am I walking on these Tears?
Simple but yet complicated,
Feels like I have no friends.
Feels like I am alone and always will be.
Can think high,
As high as the mountains in our world
Or our great writers of our time..
Writing,
Just another way to express yourself,
When you are down with a frown.
Or High with happiness,
Or full of bottled up anger.
I wish that one day
my poems will get known.
I will be like a famous poet,
like the ones of our past time.
With just a simple thought, The Path of Tears
But the paper lost,
The bracelet as my only reminder...
