cry

Sleep not under a willow tree for she weeps many tears.

Call on Jesus Christ in any circumstance.

There comes a sacred moment, when a man must cry out to his Saviour, this is time of surrender to the son of Man.

We cry to release the soul of its pain.

You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You weep in the rain.

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

After or before any happiness, someone must cry.

Do you feel safe there?"Immediately tears come down my face. "Yes.""Why does that make you cry?

The doors of the darkest room one had ever seen were openedand everyone was asked to collect the pieces of themselves that they have lost with time all these years. Everyone rushed in and started searching for the pieces that would complete them but all of a sudden they saw the light in the room fading away, they turned around and saw the doors closing back again. They screamed and tried to run back but all of a sudden there were fences all around them, they lost their voice and helplessly stuck in there saw the doors closing. They lost themselves completely in the quest of searching the pieces they had lost before.

It is weird to see how people sometimes doesn't value and ignore the love and effort of the people who love them and try to stay. They push them away only to realise everything they did after they leave and make their memories as pillows to sleep over and cry upon it later.

The more you hide, the higher the walls around you gets. The more you cry in silence, the thicker it becomes.

I am sitting here, staring at the dark sky and drunk with memories. laughing like a maniac while crying an ocean. Somewhere it feels like somebody is kissing my lips passionately. While they are continuously pushing a knife, deep into my chest.

If your tears have lost the ability to hide your pain... why shedding them?

But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over.

When pain brings you down, don't be silly, don't close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine.

You heard me cry long before I knew my voice.

Extremities are flawed. Moderation is ideal, save for one occasion.So damn these eyes that weep too much.This mind that thinks too much. But never this heart that loves too much.

Cry while writing it, and readers will cry while reading it.