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Thats why I cry (repost inspired bt Allysa)
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Thats why I cry (repost inspired bt Allysa) |
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just_another_fe Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 483MICHIGAN 
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This morning I layed in bed with my eyes closed holding my pillow tight and for a minute I thought it was you. But when I opened my eyes it was just a pillow and then I cried. I cried knowing that I'll never be able to hold you like that. When you call me "momma" or "baby" and you say "i love you" I get the biggest smile on my face A feeling of happiness fills my body and then I cry. I cry knowing that I will never hear you say them words to me with all the meaning that I give them. When I talk to you on the phone I'm so happy. I let your beautiful voice flow through my ears. I study the way your words sound and then I cry. I cry knowing that I'll never sit on the couch next to you to talk. Because I'll never see the way your lips move when you say the words I study through the phone lines I pretend I'm there example *sits on your lap* I imagine how it really feels to touch you and then I cry. I cry knowing that I'll never be there! I'll never sit on your lap! You will never hold me! When you talk about your family I hope they are all doing well. I smile at the accomplishments your brothers have had. I'm happy that your dad better now and then I cry. I cry knowing that I will never meet them. Because your family will never be mine. When you talk about your boyz at school or the guyz at Johns house I laugh. You guyz are so funny and then I cry. I cry knowing that I'll never meet them. I'll never hear them tell me stories about you. When you get mad at me and yell at me I cry. I'm not crying at the words your saying to me even if they hurt. I cry knowing that I'll never be able to look you in the eyes when you yell at me and I'll never be able to give you a hug and a kiss when we make up. When you tell me stories I listen to them and I love them. They make me so proud of you and then I cry. I cry knowing that I'll never be that girl in the stands waiting for the game to end. I'll never be that girl thats suppose to meet you by the gym doors. I'll never be the girl that you see in your smoke filled car. I'll never be the girl that lays next to you in your bed and I'll never be able to hear you tell our kids these same stories that make you the man that you are. The man that I am so proud of and the man that I have grown to love more then life. THAT'S WHY I CRY! < !signature--> Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have. --Louis Boone [This message has been edited by just_another_fe (edited 11-05-2000).] |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Let it out, I say a second time tonight - tears are good for purging the pain. Christopher |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Tears are a great way to let it all out. And you know what's worse than crying about something painful? Not being able to cry about something painful.....  "I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust." I hate your socks. I'd like to burn them! |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Wow! This is so heartfelt... never is a long time... crying does help sometimes. I hope it all works out okay for you  ~ Tara ~ "A poem should not mean, but be" - Archibald MacLeish |
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Caz Member
since 2000-09-13
Posts 133Concepción, Chile |
When I read a poem like yours, and I feel butterflies in my stomach, I know that what you say it's true, and all what I dream of will never come true, and then I cry. I cry knowing that, even though I try and try to be with her, I won't, and even though I close my eyes and imagine her lips next to mine, it'll never come true. Excellent poem, you really touched me, I felt every word you said. It's so hard feeling this way, feeling so great when you have your eyes closed, but every time you open them, you just cry and cry and feel so much pain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us, and if you need to talk to someone about it, just send me a message. Your friend, Caz It's been raining since you left me. |
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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
whoa. i understand how you feel. I miss my guy Justin. And I miss my bud Jesica. And I cry because I miss them and I know that while I could some day see Justin again, I'll never ever see Jesica again, until I die. She's in heaven now. She's an angel. Did I actually inspire this?????????????????????????????? *Hugz* Morning rain fell on my window, and I can't see at all. Even if I could it would all be gray, put your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Echo all the above. Well put. jwesley |
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