All these things are happening in my life
And all these things build lots of pain and strife
The thing that worries me has nothing to do with my fears
No, this bothersome thing is all about my tears
You see they just won't listen to me
Of course that's as far as I can see
When I want them to fall
They don't come at all
And when I don't want to cry
They show up on the fly
But that's not the problem I wish to confess
The problem is that most of the time
I'm tearless
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An Original Mind
RandomA book of original poetry that takes on many different outlooks on life from the many different perspectives i have encountered. Some people may be able to relate but even if you don't I hope these poems become ones that you won't easily forget. WAR...
