67) Tell me about your Pains
Don tell me you are ok ;When your voice is chocked,
And eyes full of tears.
Don pretend you are fine
If you are taking the burden alone
And refusing to share or understand
Your heart if full of sores.
Sorrow has captured your soul,
And if you will wear a hundred masks;
I can see the real face,
And hear the true voice.
For baby am a part of you.
Happy if you're glad,
Sad if you're upset,
And if you lie to me,
I can always tell.
So come closer.
And let us divide the pains.
Under the sun or the rains,
I will help and never refrain
Poetry by Amanda K
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Written on 2007-06-22 at 13:03
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