An ugly cry they call it.
What is so ugly about something that brings such relief.
As if all your problems fly away for a certain time.
You are limitless,
You can feel everything you tell yourself not to.
Tears are the cleansing of ones heart,
The dusting of ones soul.
Without those drops of water,
Everything seems hard and cold.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
An ugly cry they call it.
What is so ugly about something that brings such relief.
As if all your problems fly away for a certain time.
You are limitless,
You can feel everything you tell yourself not to.
Tears are the cleansing of ones heart,
The dusting of ones soul.
Without those drops of water,
Everything seems hard and cold.
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