Sometimes when i'm alone I cry.
Cause i'm on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but takes no form.
I cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
What do you do when the only one who
can make you stop crying is the one who
makes you cry!?
These are the deepest, darkest tears i've ever cried,
if you entered inside them,
you would enter my mind.
While others speak their minds,
I'd have to say i cry mine!
This poem has alot of meaning in it! The people i wrote this to likes it and asks why?
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