My tears are unwelcome,
Unable to fall,
Leaving me helpless,
Clueless of all
As I cry inside,
I wander seemingly alone,
Wondering if my tears,
Are even home
Lost in myself,
They hide away,
Hidden from the world,
Avoiding the light of day
So I wonder,
Y can't I cry,
Will I be this way,
Till the day I die.
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My poems
PoetryLife is short. life is long. dont put yourself down for one thing youve done wrong you hate you love you are free like a soaring dove but that dove can stay or that dove can fly away live life with the one u love live life as a soaring dove
