Everyday I cry when I think about you,
inside, where tears do not show.
With mumbling lips and
trembling heart, I miss
just sitting with you.
Talking, silence.
Either way.
Sunshine lights the sky.
Where am I now?
What am I now without you?
What one word above all
others describe the
flickering nowhere
I've become.
Tumbling eyes
cast glances at
mental images of
being with you.
Everyday I cry when I think about you,
inside, where tears do not show.
EVERY DAY I CRY
very well written...great poem...heartfelt...
wow, powerful. it spoke to
wow, powerful. it spoke to me. i love it.
In a word, magnificent!
In a word, magnificent!
Vive le Quebec libre!