Every tear shed is a dew drop, a sudden blessed freshness, to the flowers
Every new flower is a strange bedroom, the remnants of a drunk night, to a tear drop
Lost, it steadily runs down the petal in panic
Waiting to fall into what it wishes is it's home
But, Alas! The sheets consume it whole as it sinks deeper and deeper and deeper
The tear lost forever,
Leaves behind a lost soul.