Sisters Poems That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

I can't help but cry seeing your condition,'' Atthy said in an angry tone, but her face was grimaced. Finally, Atthy cried in Keffy's arms. She was saddened by Keffy's plight. Seeing Keffy, she flashed back to the time she lost her three younger brothers in her lap. But, she was also overjoyed that her little sister had returned. Sadness and concern mixed with feelings of emotion and joy. Atthy could only shed tears in Keffy's arms to express it. Just like Atthy who was finally able to spill her feelings. Keffy was the same. Finally, she shed her tears in her older sister's arms.

Eyes blinded by my tears and body shaking with the sheer force of my emotion. "Colton, please...NOOOOO!! I beg you. Not her, please, stop..... don't hurt her........ Carmen, you're my sister. Don't give up. I need you too." I cry it so venomously it rasps and splices my throat with burning agony.

Looking down, I see my sister's soul; she was happy and sobbing. My tears returned as I saw our parents standing behind her, and they gradually faded. Before she departed, I heard her voice. Thank you. Everything in me felt tight, and my heart was racing. Knowing my sister was now gone for good, I let go of my emotions. Each cry I wept seemed to alleviate my suffering, and then my mate's love for me encompassed me. When I felt her head under my chin, I let my chin drop. Crying my heart out, I felt like my friend was crying alongside me.

I can already hear their chants of witchcraft and if Mavli lets what happened slipped, I'll be lynched! There is a dull ache in my chest and salty rivulets rolling down my cheeks. A sob breaks free and I let myself cry. I don't try to quiet down or hush my sobs but I let it erupt from me and my body shudders and shakes violently. The tears are not for the fear of being lynched but for the fear of losing my sister because of my selfishness. I didn't even stop to consider how she felt, I was so blinded by my own opinions that I didn't see her hurting. I continue to cry, exhausting my reserve of tears. I don't mind if I'm found or if someone sees me, I cry with all my might.

Tears streamed down my face like torrential rain, each one a desperate plea to hold on to my twin sister. My body shook with sobs, my chest heaving with the weight of my emotions. I was unable to catch my breath or calm my racing heart. The thought of losing her was unbearable, a pain so intense it felt like it was ripping me apart from the inside out. I couldn't imagine a world without her in it, a world where her smile, her laugh, and her loving touch were just memories. I wrapped my arms around myself, holding on tight as if I could physically keep my twin sister from slipping away. But it was no use. The reality of the situation was crushing me, suffocating me beneath its weight.

I am a son and a brother and the most heartbreaking thing is to see your mother or sister getting wasted in a lousy bar. "Are you okay?" I turned her around to face me. She nodded and wiped the tears streaming down her eyes hastily "Do you want a hug?" "Why are you doing this?" She sobbed. "Because I have a sister and you seem her age.I would never allow her to get wasted in a bar or crying like you are..." She wasn't dazzling, intoxicating or breathtaking.She was just simple.I doubt if. she had make up on.It was the understated kind of beauty.

Cassian The raindrops fall heavily from the sky, as if they were reflecting the same pain that was weighing heavily on my heart. The gentle patter of rain lent a mournful rhythm to the haunting melodies being played by the minstrels, which only served to intensify the sorrow felt by all present. My sister, Cleo, who was once full of life and joy, now lay as lifeless ashes on the funeral pyre, a symbol of my failure as a brother to protect her and keep her safe.

burst the child in tears, yelling in fear. “SIS!!” called her elder sister as she left her mother’s hand and ran back to her. “WAAA BENAETHA! BENAETHA!!” cried the girl in sadness, “MAMA LEFT US! SO DID DAD!” she lay on the floor weeping in front of her sister. “It’s okay..” sobbed Beneatha trying to comfort her sister by stroking her head when immediately she also started crying. “Sister… please don’t cry” sobbed her elder sister when the little one tried to keep herself down as she stared at her from her position.

She let her tears fall from her eyes as soon as her hands touch her sister's cheeks. "Blue..." she calls her as she cries silently. She hugs her sister and closes her eyes as tears freely roll down her face. "You leave me too soon, why?" she asks and hug her sister tighter and stared at the darkness ahead of her "You misses mom that much, huh? I miss her too, sister..." she gulps and tried not to sob but it's too much for her. She didn't grieve when their mother died, it seems like it's her time to do that because why not? She's already alone, Blue left her too. Is this the reason why the glass shattered into pieces? Waiting for her heart to break into pieces too? She can't tell.

She lowered her voice just enough to sound casual, though every word was carefully aimed. "Grandma, I don't want to be doing any of this either. But look at Elara. Her own sister is right downstairs, and she doesn't even recognize her. When my brother is gone and reality comes crashing down on the sisters all at once, do you really want to watch every last one of them fall apart?"