Treasure Island

Elizaveth Banda

(09-03-1985 / Laredo)

cry


I can cry, but why
All he did was break my heart
He just lied
He lied to me, the one thing that i couldn't deny
My life is so sad
I fell in love, and got my heart thrown
I can cry, but why
All he did was leave
With no goodbyes to leave behind
But why...can't i stop crying

Submitted: Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Edited: Friday, September 24, 2010
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  • Chandan Roy (9/27/2006 2:29:00 AM)

    If you can cry, you should cry;
    But, let not those tears waste!
    Let them be those golden lexis;
    In the bouquet of your sonnets!

    Sonia.... Cheer Up..... we all had had our share of heart-breaks... I have learnt to convert those to poems. You will. (Report) Reply

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