Your arm rises to the sky
Your face is all red
I'm going to cry
I don't want to see
Your voice is high
Your shouts are tight
I'm going to cry
I don't want to hear
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Your warnings are worst then my fears
I'm going to cry
I don't want to feel
As your arm rises
The shouts feel stronger
Your words cut deeper
I'm going to cry
I don't want to die
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Unspoken Thoughts
PoetryFirst of all English is not may first language. Second of all I hope you'll enjoy this. And third of all please vote.
