by Unknown
Dec 2015 730 Views 0 comments
Cry
When i look
though these bars
of your disign
when i feel the sun
through the window blinds
when i smell fresh air
when you open the door
i bow my head
and cry
a little more
though these bars
of your disign
when i feel the sun
through the window blinds
when i smell fresh air
when you open the door
i bow my head
and cry
a little more
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
for the sliant tearsof breaking hearts
written for the woman
and children
whos only wish
is to be
simply loved
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