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Cry
When she cries
She complains;
“The lights; they hurt my eyes”
She wishes she lived in a world where love survived
She wishes she wasn’t born in a world where love died
Died a thousand deaths
Died a thousand times
But now loveless ness is a form of pride
The girls the boys – Now no-one even tries
She complains;
“No one attends the funerals anymore”
“No one writes get-well cards to hearts that are sore”
No one cries
No one loves
They all despise
I watch on as her and her heart cry
They look on – They’ll never understand why
My eyes; they well up with the tears
When I see her cry
i feel your
pain into this one .