The tears I cried for days,

soon accumulated

into a small pond.

Wildflowers started to

sprout like weeds around

the crystal clear water.

Trees, grass, and daisies

were growing everywhere.

Little animals would come

to drink from my sorrow,

and would thrive off of my tears.

My sadness created

a lovely oasis

for others to gain from,

And that was okay

because I was helping them.

There is a tragic beauty

in having your heart broken.