Please don't give a **** anymore,
I beg of you,
Please stop hurting yourself,
You give away pieces of yourself,
Aren't you tired?
                                                      Yes,­ i am.
The holes are only going to grow bigger,
The pain is only going to hurt more,
Please just let go.
                        It's easier said than done.
You are tearing yourself apart.
                                                       It's okay,
                              as long as no one feels
                                     the same way i do.

Looking into her streaming tears, I saw the sun's face smiling at me, and her arms reaching to embrace me!

Hussein Dekmak

‘Hiya baby, I’m sorry I was a *******,
I don’t mean to make excuses but I’ve been so tired lately’,
With a tear in his eye that was what he had said,
Praying it was enough for her to forgive him greatly,
But she didn’t want to be hurt anymore,
With head against his shoulder, caring.
She said her mind was at ****** war,
A fight that she was finding so unbaring,
His heart, in pieces, on the floor shattered,
Unable to love himself he found all his happiness in her.
She was the only thing that mattered.

She was alone
Broken, powerless and weak
Her whole story could only be seen through her salty tear

But do not cry little girl
I am here to wipe away your tears
And to put a sweet smile on your face

I feel what you feel
You feel what I feel
Our hearts are one
And our love is real

God my life is such a mess,
My fairy tale is all a jest,
The only dream i had,
The only thing i wanted,
Its no better than all the rest.

I wanted some one to wipe my tear,
A prince to whose heart i was dear,
But my castle is all tumbling down,
My happiness is sleeping in sadness town.

But my heart yet wants things to be fine,
I will try, cause what is lost is mine.
I am sure there is some one who will care,
A person with whom, my world i can share.

He will show me dreams and work a mile,
To drive away my pain and bring a smile.
He will build that castle again in my heart,
I will just wait for him, till our stories start.

A gloomy midnight—I rested
beneath a starry veil, where
drenched sky shrinks
hiding a tear, flowing,
latterly floating.

Silent the tear is
to honor the nature,
to honor the rain,
making it annihilate
in other aqueous.

As sky turns,
the tear gets burnt
with all compassion,
casting depression
towards the fear.

How peace would've,
if it stayed in
my eye,
its coffin.