Lachrymose

People get hurt every day,
But titans won't go away
Even if she wants to play
With iridescent clays.

She smiles and she fights;
She bleeds and she cries
When darkness wreathes the lights,
She'd cry on consecutive nights.

The intoxicating pain
Is making her insane.
She has a lovely name
And she loves the rain.

She is so eager to succeed,
Completing the years is what she needs
That she chose to decline sleep
When she is just a growing seed.

At the end of this lachrymose rope,
She will be saved by another perplexed slope.
When she says, “I do” but Heaven says, “Don't”;
So, she jots it all down in this note.

༺═──────────────═༻

Date made: February 17, 2020
Time made: 06:38 p.m
Inspiration: Sadness
Message: I was in a state of intense lachrymosity. 😢😢