Cry

May 15, 2008
By Shivleen Gill Gill, Washington, NJ

Poetry

CRY

It touches you, it makes you belief
It hurts you, it makes you grief
Never the same, do you stay
Searching I go, for a hope of ray.


I can’t stop; I have to go on,
Time never waits, forgive me for my cons.
Lost in the world, faced by the truth,
Fooled by the fake, I learned from my mistakes

You, Me, I are all dream.
I wake up, when tears scream.
I lie died, I see around me
I have gone, and I wondered why carrying are we?


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