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Tears on my sleeve.
Hair falls upon sparkling eyes
hands go shaky every time he cries..
upon my shoulder close to midnight
his hugs are so cozy, warm and tight
He used to love me, before the war
to hold him close once more
Is all i dream of these days
but im running out of ways
I died inside when i watched him leave.
now all i have are tears on my sleeve.
hands go shaky every time he cries..
upon my shoulder close to midnight
his hugs are so cozy, warm and tight
He used to love me, before the war
to hold him close once more
Is all i dream of these days
but im running out of ways
I died inside when i watched him leave.
now all i have are tears on my sleeve.
Published 4th Feb 2013
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4th Feb 2013 10:02pm
5th Feb 2013 3:09am
5th Feb 2013 4:09am
5th Feb 2013 6:04am
This is a story of many a family, A babe, cozy to be held, we run to his aid at every cry enslaved to it, and before you blink, he is a grown lad, and presidents and lofty men who spend our money send him off to war, leaving mothers to weep openly suffer, and fathers to hide behind mothers and lost brothers
5th Feb 2013 11:17pm
this is very poignant and deep. not to mention, your rhyme scheme flows well too. youre turning into quite the poet.
8th Feb 2013 9:50pm
17th Apr 2013 11:08pm
