cryingA Poem by wind whisperer.crying again......again again far to much unhappy pain words fall off your lips so bad ,making one feel very sad pain and more what lies ahead ..words spining in my head over and over around around ,please open up the ground
crawl in deep and hide those tears all wrapped up in many fears cant get a grip and cant climb out ,all u do is scream and shout cry again ........does it help all i seem to do is yelp
darkness and anger the love all lost ,what have you done to me and at what cost ........you took my life my family too and all i did was care for you . oh well ill cry a little more cos youve wiped me on the floor .
cant get up im way down low ..dosnt matter you dont care so....... ill stay right here and cry some more ,just you leave me on the floor cant put it right ,im sick of trying all i feel is i am dieing but dont do a thing it matters not ,i am the one youve all forgot
tears run over my fallen smile ,i tried to go that extra mile went to far and got snapped in too just cos i tried to save a soul like you oh well it matters not ,you just turn round now im forgot lost and left with no love of my own snatched and taken from a loving home
cry and cry and cry again ,just leave me in such miserable pain took all i loved and you took more than that ,used me just like a dirty mat oh well i will learn one day ,i wont help or love again ...no way hope you remember all ive said ,hope it rings inside your head
tormented mind you did me good ,just like i knew you would oh well i fell for all those tricks no wonder my heart feels like bricks heavy and ladden with hurt and hate ,for all youve left me on my plate cry and cry and cry some more the evil man knows the score .
will the crying ever stop..........crying crying run some more im still trodden on the floor .......
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2 Reviews Added on September 3, 2010 Last Updated on September 3, 2010 Authorwind whisperer.birmingham, west midlands, United KingdomAboutim me .......sometimes funny sometimes not love to listen and help all i can ,mother of two and have two lovely grandsons . i no longer work due to ill health .feel the need to write my ramblings down.. more.. |

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