Gorgeous tragedy.

She cries, yet her tears are like crystal or ice.
The teardrops make her face more beautiful than ever.
And sometimes, even though it feels so wrong,
I just wish she would cry, just, forever.

Her sadness glows and makes her who she is.
She's gorgeous without makeup, just baring her skin.
Her depression is the thing that makes her unique,
Yet no one knows why she cries & where she's been.

And she never stops the sadness, yet she stops the tears.
Maybe it's a lie, or just a fatal obsession.
She's still a beautiful tragedy when the tears roll down her cheeks.
And perhaps she's just waiting for her own confession.