Quiet Poetry Lounge : Cry for Her

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  1. Feather

    Feather Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    can you cry for her​
    tears she can't shed​
    will you cry for her​
    for​
    her unborn child​
    dead​
    told she had alternatives​
    hmh alternatives​
    tainted her soul​
    in her wish to unburden her mind​
    wanting to be let go​
    she let go​
    tragedy of her crimes conquered her soul​
    from the struggle she should have humbly embraced​
    so she desires sky-like tears​
    to rain down her face​
    flowing remorse​
    cry for them​
    a cleansing cry​
    wanting a mascara scarred face​
    she can only stand shaken​
    in shock of her deeds​
    her heart heavy​
    near breaking her chest​
    like African drums​
    can you feel its vibrations​
    will you?​
    cry for her​
    hearts far apart​
    beating together​
    cry​
    for her soul​
    trapped in hell's weather​
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    yes yess yesssssss!!!
    I would cry da tears ..........great write
     
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    But...I’m tired of crying
    Tired of that lonely place
    Overlooking the happiness we could embrace
    Tired of hopeless dreams
    Of far away things
    And hapless things
    From a past I cannot change

    May I exchange
    Tears of sadness
    For the joy they bring

    May I encase her mind
    With the warmth of a gentler time
    When African drums told the tale of her life
    The grieving mother
    The giving wife
    With all the strife one could conceive
    To breathe
    Life
    Into her soul

    I’m tired of crying
    Tired of lying ‘bout things I did not do
    Trying to make up for things that are not true

    This is all I can do.

    I’ll hold her hand
    And help her to stand (on her own)
    …to see her through her wrongs
    And pray that God puts her on the right path
    And hope that His blessings last
    Beyond the river of her sorrow
    So that TOMORROW
    Will shine brightly
    For her.

    This…I do…willingly
     
  4. Feather

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    awwww :)thats beautiful....thank you for writing it...