Crying crying almost crying.
They were not girls anymore but grown ups
They were certainly not alone.
But they shed tears,
reliance is their virtue
sadness is their weapon
reality is their weakness
tears are pure
in front of me
I stood up sometimes,
I talked sometimes,
And the other time, I got mad.
Men made them so
one for status, on e for lust and the other for vanity.
Love is ruthless and empty.
if you grab it then it's in your hand.
Delicate as it is, just believe you have it.
Women you stand strong for who you are