Author's Note: I wrote this poem a while ago. It can also be found on my deviantART account.

A Tear

A tear

Cried

Not in sorrow

For can the pain

Of a heart broken

Be rightly called sorrow

Or does that

Tear all meaning

From the word

And scatter the pieces, dripping

With the water

That same cried by a thousand princesses

Locked

In a thousand towers

As a heart

Was locked, its key held by one

Its lock

Remembered by one

And forgotten

By one which holds the key

To the tower

of

A heart

A key

A lock

A love

All broken

With

A tear