www.whyville.net Oct 16, 2011 Weekly Issue



Iynne
Whyville Poet

I Cry

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CREATIVE WRITING
SCIENCE
HOT TOPICS
POLITICS
HEALTH
PANDEMIC
Conversations, expectations
You are my motivation
Funny thoughts shared between us
You are what makes me simply fuss

I wish I could block you
But you're all that I talk to
I wish you would stop
But you know not that you mock
So, silently I cry
In shock

But my tears mean nothing
And I rarely even cry
So, sadness is bluffing
When it takes over my eyes

I cry when I'm sad and I cry when I'm glad
I laugh when I'm angry and I laugh when I'm mad
The madder I go, destructiveness shows
My thoughts, my dreams
Disposed . . . of
My casket is old
It's covered in crows
It should not be exposed,
For, I am decomposed

I cry when I think
I over think things
I do not deserve
To sink in my curse

 

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