Silence Is Her Loudest Cry
Hear her not when she cries, for her tears need not dress her face in order for you to adhere to her pain.
Even through sunshine at time it rains ' maybe food for thought, entice your brain'.
Do not let her denotion lead you, love her enough to see through.
If she was a story, she would be factual because the lies she tells is the happiness you see but the truth she feels in the 'LIES' she really needs.
If you really love her, you'll cry the tears she hides, so the time next she's silent she doesn't have to cry inside.
Don't let her smile lead you astray through silence listen to her pray.
Ironic how she wears makeup, hiding emotions that keep her locked up.
Feelings of anguish and pain that she confides in when you don't love her the same.
She too is human, she takes what she can, doesn't mean she can handle what she takes.
Profinity is loving her when she's in pain, coz in equivalence she dawns the face of that 'woman', who carried you for nine months and still cares.
Love her like its your last day, that when you love her tomorrow she'd live with no sorrow.
Love her enough to live in her world with her, then to live without her in yours.
Silence is her loudest cry, not to different from a coma life.
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