Cry Me A River

Cry Me A River short poem

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Unable to reach you
Unable to teach you
How to love
How to remove
The hurt of the heart
I feel maximum pain
I feel like max payne
Imagine what we could have
made
An angel calls
And I continue to fall
Sick and tired of playing under
the rain
I want to ease your pain
I want to release your brain
Please do not cry
Your tears are what I want to
dry
At least let me try
You are stuck on me like dye
Without you I will die
Tell me the truth, No lie
If we leave each other
You find a brother
I find a sister
We will cry each other’s rivers.

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Funkekeme Akposeye

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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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