Quiet Poetry Lounge : Cry for Her

[Feather]

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​

 

[$$RICH$$]

yes yess yesssssss!!!
I would cry da tears ..........great write

 

[baller]

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​

 

[Feather]

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​

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