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I Cry

Sometimes when I'm alone I cry
Cause I am on my own
The tears I cry are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear to condfide in
I would cry among my treasured friend
But who do you know that spots that long
To help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass
Then to stop and see what makes one cry
So painful and sad and sometimes
I cry
And no one cares about why.

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Poetry.com 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Saraswathi Vicky More than 1 year ago
thanks
Mark Halvorson More than 1 year ago
great job
ARUN MAZUMDER 3 months ago
good work
Sonja Carnes 3 months ago
Very sad heartfelt poem! I like your style!
Naomi Hazlewood More than 1 year ago
And, I can relate.
Azizul Maqsud 3 months ago
Rhythmic 
Lori Dixon 3 months ago
Nice job
Edric Swindells 3 months ago
This is sad; too sad for one person to carry around. It made me think.
Anna K 3 months ago
Nice poem. The poet should proofread their poem.
amber talwar 3 months ago
Says none stops by to ask why he's. Crying as world is moving fast
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