Dama Tristeza

Rookie (8-24-93 approx.11PM / Queens, NYC, NY)

Helpless, Part 2 - Poem by Dama Tristeza

How can I help you?
Make you see,
It's not that I hate you,
This pain is just too much for me.
I never promised, of that I'm glad,
Not to cry when it got this bad.
Body shaking with silent sobs,
Doing my best to keep it inside.
Pretending to be happy, just for you...
And through it all, I love you, too.

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Comments about Helpless, Part 2 by Dama Tristeza

  • Rookie (red) harley (blue) suici (7/18/2007 5:31:00 PM)

    nice poem helpless is a good name
    but i think it should said love it the title somewere
    but still ur poem and its a great poem and a great title (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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