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Dama Tristeza

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

Helpless, Part 2


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011
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  • (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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