Why Poem by Lynette Lawrence
Why
The way I sit here and cry,
the way I don't know why.
The way I talk and the way I act,
the way everything seems to be perfect.
The way I'm a actress in this show,
the way I play my role.
The way I write because of you,
the way I miss you.
It's all because of you.
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Saturday, June 23, 2012
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