A little spark
A little fluke
A little tingling sensation,
Behold an avalanche of emotions
So love makes you cry, my friend.

Precious moments go out of touch,
Highly treasured, but
Now trapped in thoughts
(as memories)...
Then, love makes you cry, my friend

If love makes you cry, my friend.
It's cos Love lives on desire
as much as patience
You should consider yourself lucky;
Lucky to love,
bold enough to share,
Strong enough to hold...

But again, if love makes you cry my friend,
Fix it or
LEAVE HONORABLY.

I was at your funeral
before you had given me a reason
to cry

drip
a ringing in my ears
as water fills them
like a kiss from a gentle ghost

sway
parting between my skin
hazing through like gentle winds
passing by without a sound

kiss
soft and delicate
like a petal's touch
against my lips

cry
a final goodbye.

It then comes to a point where in there are no more tears left to be shed

Why cry behind a mountain? Because I'd love to fill it's valley rivers with my tears,
Why cry in your sleep? Because the pain of it quickly wakes me
up from that dream,
Why cry when you're happy? Because the smile doesn't show enough emotions,
Why cry in a corner? Because it's a tiny space for me to count my tears,
Why cry when no-one is watching? Because I can cry for as long as I want,
Why cry in a glass bottle? Because I've cried about spilled milk before,
Why cry in the silence. Because the sound of my emotions makes it feel real,
Why cry about the future? Because the present fills me with the feeling of weariness,
Why cry about love? Because it's so overwhelming to have, and to not have,
Why even write about crying? Because everyone cries. And yet I'm the fool asking myself these questions.

The answer is: I'm just reminding myself of all the best places,
and times to cry.