Sadness is poetic
Sadness is poetic,
A black rose-dark, yet heavy with meaning.
Joy fills the heart, but sadness stirs the soul-
A weeping heart never lies.
Sadness is made of verses and empty glasses,
It intoxicates with its song, splitting the heart in two.
Sadness is poetic; its words never fade-
Even when the pain takes flight, a bitter trace remains.
Sadness is almost romantic, haunting in its grace.
Its love is fleeting,
Yet when it comes,
It lingers like a shadow that stretches wide.
In the brilliance of an instant,
It becomes all we see.
