First poem I've posted for ages.. please be honest with me, or I won't improve. Oh, and please say if there's anything I can do to the ending. I'm not overly keen on it at the moment.
Bittersweet tears fall
into bittersweet tea,
rain dy(e)ing hair
and footsteps sound(s).
White roses framed
against a black sky, the
clouds standing proud
with a funeral tune,
and still the rain falls.
~Kay

So pretty I almost cried. *sniffs*