Tear droplets fall from the corner of thy eyes,
Uncontrollably weakened by the sense of bad treatment.
O why such tears can’t be held aback by force?
Crystal forms as they fall and reflected upon by the light.
Not wanting them anymore,
Though without it,
You aren’t able to admit to yourself;
That you can be better as to have tears held back.
Tears are a woman’s precious jewel,
It is profoundly ideal to have them kept within,
Without them putting on for show,
For things that aren’t worth your jewel.
Carmen Tang ©
