Indoors sad, blamed, and abused
Your tears hit and burn the tissue
Yet lies crowd your voice without an issue
A gulp of hatred I endeavour
And a fist I form of great power
Hate seeing you like this. I don't why. I'm not your man nor your friend
The sight of our interest came to an end
But their still something I have in my heart
Something that reminded me of us meeting from the start
Your happiness I still care for
Your sadness is hard to ignore
Your laughter I still adore
Please get up from the floor
Walk out your front door
Let me make your sadness exist no more
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Very powerful poem! thoroughly enjoyed reading
That's okay
Good write.
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