Pain And Tears

Pain And Tears prose poem

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Work on me,walk with me and find things I lost long ago
Always in my heart,for you I will rinse my tears
Toil on you,stand with you and find things you lost long ago
Forever in your heart,for me you will raise your pain
If you try you will not cry
If you must cry let it be birth tears
because if I go this house ceases to be your home and your heart falls on things you don’t know
If I try I will feel no pain
If I must feel pain let it be birth pains
because if you go this house ceases to be my home and my heart falls on things I don’t know.

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I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
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