A/n: I don't own anything, well the characters in this poem XD well the characters the poem is about.

Tears of a Goddess and a demigod

Tears show others how sad we are, that is what they were made for. Yet when you make someone cry with a smile you turned them to show how happiness.

Their tears were just a storm of pain,

All cause of him their tears were like the rain,

He's gone now, but one was a lover from a far who never told,

The other was his lover from the day they met,

But since he left their days have turned cold,

Some days to them are days spent alone and lost in the whys,

Day by day they spin their webs of fake smiles and alright lies,

Hidding their pain from all those who try to help,

Yet for all those tears that they have given birth to, none of them have dried,

All for a guy whos head was filled with kelp,

She remembered those times he needed her,

She was always there for him when he need her,

Yet she wasn't there that night,

Now her heart sees only a dim light,

She avoids seeing rivers, oceans, and almost any land from with water if she can,

Lies of I don't miss him and the blue tears destory her little by little.

She couldn't stand it, the only man whom she fell for,

She felt like she could've been her if only she didn't shut the door,

Maybe then he could've still been here,

Lost in her pain of what could've been and should've been in her mind,

Now she's lost for the first time in her life,

She feels that all love is meant to fly or die,

They are lost in the loss of one,

And their thoughts of love is done,

For there is only one, and that one is gone,

Time is a funny thing to them,

It seems like every day he left just yesterday,

Maybe when their hearts mend, they can move on,

The scars are meant to teach and tell a story,

At the moment their tears are the story teller to them,

Of the lost gem,

Hope, to them what can they hope for now,

One lost hope of the future,

One lost hope on I can try,

Their hopes of being are in the sky,

And they aren't coming back down or becoming a shooting star,

They are like a ballon a child has let go of and will go on till it falls somewhere unknown,

And that someday they had is gone with the wind, so is he.

a/n: Im not in the happy mood if you can tell