Cruelty

A Poem by OriZion

It about deriving joy from the pain of others.

How sweet it is to have you cry,
Your tears are followed with such great beauty
that is beyond compare,
and to maintain such beauty,
I think you should always cry,
and I am here to make that happen.
May your lovely tears bring me joy,
Like the sound of many waters,
your tears drop in my cup and
it is the only source of my happiness.
Cry for me, cry all day long,
As long as I live you would always cry.
Love is blind, my love is one of a kind.
Made of onion.
You know your tears are the source of my happiness,
I rather die than to see you smile.
Let your tears rain on me,
Cry for all these days,
Cry and fill me up.
Cry my love.
The only way I can love you is to make you cry.