Love Poems To Make You Cry Novels & Stories

You know, I’d like to brush your hair when things go ugly, as in when a tsunami hits the seawall and there’s no one to fix your hair out of fear. I will celebrate your eyes’ uncalculated blink as it might change the season from tinder-parched mornings to being 84 and still writing you poems. You know, I’d like to see you cry, laugh at people off to work, because you’re edged to clear the skies of jinx and throat-clogged pretensions. The paddling mallards, oh, I want to count

‎ ‎She came alone. ‎ ‎She stood before the stones. ‎ ‎She did not speak. ‎ ‎She cried. ‎ ‎Not from sadness. ‎ ‎From feeling. ‎ ‎The tears fell on the closed flowers. ‎ ‎The petals opened. ‎ ‎One by one. ‎ ‎The scent returned. ‎ ‎The warmth rose. ‎ ‎The light glowed. ‎ ‎Her cry was small. ‎ ‎But it was choice. ‎ ‎It was feeling. ‎ ‎It was love. ‎ ‎The cry spread.

The thoughts of it makes me cry more. ❄️

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this saddness , this pain, this heartache, A pain withi

Now I'm drowning in sorrow, lost in despair, A shattered dream, love's unfair affair. Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ Every moment replayed, like a haunting song,

But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above. Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as I collapse onto the soaked ground. The raindrops merge with my tears, and the world around me blurs into a watercolor of pain and despair. I let out gut-wrenching sobs, each one tearing through my chest like a knife, as if trying to free my heart from the prison of love and betrayal.

The only thing I remember now at this moment is A poem by my father when he had said those words when he had whispered those blissful words in my ear, Craving me for the lifetime thing in the art of poetry. I saw a girl, Shining in the night, When there was no one to see, When there was no soul to whisper, Only there were her millions of dreams in her penetrating eyes. I saw a girl, Blooming in the night, When there were no eyes to watch, When there were no screams to hear, Only there were her thousands of stars shining in the night. Tears were started rolling down through my eyes. His love was something I can never forget and the mother I have. I can never forgive her.

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live

"The eyes are the ocean of soul, Behind those eyes lies an untold story, Which is silent and buried in the depths of the ocean of soul, Holding a billion tear drops in its rim, And those eyes that cry for love and for the sake of loved ones are sapphires, And those tear drops of love are precious pearls". Thinking of those past memories I fell asleep in his arms with the tears in my eyes . We slept in a same bed hugging each other tightly so that we can feel our warm breathing in our cheeks but there was no lust in our unforgettable night .