you mocked me when i cried,
calling me weak whenever i claimed i tried,
and i was stupid enough to think you were right,
spending my life in agony day and night.
but now i know that crying is ok,
it's a form of expression when you have nothing or too much to say.
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Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
