Treasure Island

Cate Jade

(03/17/1996 / China)

Cry


The sad feelings growing on me
Filling me with nothing but pain
my heart i never ending flame tree
endless no hope to gain

I want help but i feel nothing
just myself to hold me up
but the sadness keeps gushing
till I'm left nothing but an empty cup

Take me with you
to the world different from the reality
maybe i can be like you
and learn whats its like to be a better me

Submitted: Friday, March 08, 2013

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Feeling weak inside only tears i cry

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  • Hamzeh Al-saieedy (3/8/2013 6:43:00 AM)

    great poem!
    three stanzas, free meters, simple language, nice flowing..
    touching words
    please feel free to check out my poems! (Report) Reply

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