The tears I cried for days,

soon accumulated

into a small pond.

Wildflowers started to

sprout like weeds around

the crystal clear water.

Trees, grass, and daisies

were growing everywhere.

Little animals would come

to drink from my sorrow,

and would thrive off of my tears.

My sadness created

a lovely oasis

for others to gain from,

And that was okay

because I was helping them.

There is a tragic beauty

in having your heart broken.


About A Poetic Paradox

Well I'm me and to write "all about me" in this tiny little box is pretty close to impossible. I'm bold, love bright colors, and I can be a seriously good friend. I love to write, it's basically my passion! :D Oh, and I know it may not seem like much, but I want to teach young children. I ADORE little kids. I never really made a blog before, and I even have trouble keeping up with my own journal, but I hope this works out well. (:
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