- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Day of The Cry
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A day had dawned with a
storm building up outside...
as a princess within just
sat down and she cried.
She fought the pain so long
but she knew...
the magic was gone and her
sadness just grew.
The day of The Cry...
it brought her a sigh as she
couldn't find a way to make it
all okay.
The day of The Cry had many tears to dry.
Her misery within was
like the storm outside...
life seemed so useless
and that's why she had cried.
The love was over and
the hate had begun...
sins of the fathers were
sins of the son.
The day of The Cry
where tears wouldn't dry...
it was hard to even grin
with all of this pain within.
The day of The Cry it took
forever to go by.
Forgiveness it never came
inside there was so much pain.
Time it soon passed by...
The Day of The Cry.
- COMMENTS
melimelissaless than a minute agoNights in the city are better than days,
When the tears are quite dry and revenge,
Is filling the mind,
And making me blind,
To the fact they'll think your death is strange;
After all, in my dress, you looked crazed
And my panties were neatly arranged
Down around your knees,
For you'd begged me with pleas
That fell on deaf ears as I maimed.
Grins
Méli
