Her cry

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Go home now,
Rest your mind,
Wait for tomorrow
Yearn for more,
Like cold frozen winter,
Her heart endures.
Words, gossip, videotapes
All spread just as rain contaminating the ground
And though she makes no sound,
Silence screams the truth
Now her rain is droplets as they fall into the ground.
Tomorrow she won’t hear
Tomorrow she won’t hurt
Weep
Sorrow
Because it will be tomorrow

The day after, hands covered her face in shame
Starring in the mirror, herself she blamed
Hopeless child, weep away
Tomorrow is here, here to stay.





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