Cry dear, cry
No one to wash off your tears.
Cry into yourself.
When beauty cried, I laughed.
Flowers and destinies do not lie together.
For years, paths unchosen
have waited.
When I chose flowers
they wilted.
So I choose my destiny,
and cry.
Cry dear, cry
No one to collect your pearls.
Those precious ones fall.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
Cry dear, cry
No one to wash off your tears.
Cry into yourself.
When beauty cried, I laughed.
Flowers and destinies do not lie together.
For years, paths unchosen
have waited.
When I chose flowers
they wilted.
So I choose my destiny,
and cry.
Cry dear, cry
No one to collect your pearls.
Those precious ones fall.
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