Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

When sorrow's cup is filled up to the brim,the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.

I walk these lonely streets at dark. Just me and the night; crowded head, empty heart.

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.

The poetry I love besthas words that glimmerlike moon goldon dark waters,and a hidden undertowwhich pulls me intoits delicate sadness.