Tears are formed in the eyes for sadness
Which leads our minds to complete madness
Oh don't cry! Stop now! Says our minds
But alas! Our hearts are little devils talking to us in all kinds
Oh stop crying you crybaby! Says the whole world
But who cares about the world when our tears are not old
It's always fresh it will never be old
For the memories are always gold
Gold not in a good way but in a hurtful way
Which are those which ruins our day
But we console ourselves saying it's worth it it's worth it
But it does not really heal it
Sometimes it is deep
Which our heart decides to keep
Bringing out fresh tears every time we remember those
©yashna
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