She cried diamonds.

They ran down her cheeks in rivets.

Glistening under the moonlight, she cried diamonds.

They pooled at the bottom.

Looking at the mirror, she cried diamonds.

They fell, echoing in the silence.

She fell with them.

Not all people who wander are lost.
Not all people who fear are afraid.
Not all people who love are loyal.
Not all people who smile are happy.
Not all people who breath are breathing.
Not all people who shine are bright.
Not all people who cry are sad.
Not all people who live are alive.
Not all people who die are dead.
Not all people.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."