Terry Hicks Poems

Here he sits wanting to cry
Instead grabs his phone and only sighs
He wants to call and hear her voice
She can't now and he has no choice
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I open my eyes for you to see inside
And as you look my soul an open book
The pain you sense is all too real
The one you see cannot feel
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When you’re ready to quit
And you don't have the will to spit
Take your rhymes
Throw out all your lines
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I cannot sleep
Always on my feet
My mind is racing
Eyes are tracing
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Here I sit
Trying to match the wit
Of the man
That holds her hand
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Was I a good game?
Or where things just the same?
Did you enjoy playing me?
Or, are you bored with what you see?
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To the one I love and lost
Our hearts they've turn to frost
We still talk now and then
But it's not like it was oh way back when
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You all know the broken hearted fool
That one guy who always looks cool
Though he's filled with pain
On the outside he appears sane
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