Poetic Tears
I have almost turned my wounds into roses
My tears have become rain and has begin to circulate
I have turned my words into forever
Have forgotten the colour of the sky
Is it black or grey?
Who has been hurt by break ups?
Who has made it beautiful?
When you ponder over it, my words can’t touch
Because memories are forever beautiful
My tears, like writings have turned into poems
Your taste is forever beautiful…
