Crying Tears


Sometimes you cry painful tears,

It’s more than you could bear.

Sometimes it hurts more when they’re not here,

And often very rare.

Care me not,

Care me may,

Just don’t let me rot,

Like the sun’s gently ray,

Trapped in a cold dark prison.

I’ve arisen.

From sadness again.

Don’t send me back,

Don’t mend.

It’s not what you lack,

But what’s just round the bend.

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