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Laughs,Cries, Love was in the air.
you look at me like you actually care
until you got up and said you'd come right back.
Ten minutes pass I patiently waited with my flowery sack.
Only seven years old, so young and nieve
how could you just get up and leave.
I had no sense of direction. OH poor me!
So i just sat under the Sycamore tree .
Night came no tears left.
curled up in a ball
if i tried to move on i would just fall.
Why? what did i do?
Did you ever think what would happen to me?
Where you SO blind that you couldnt see
See ALL the possibilties.
Well there was rape, abuse, illness, and more
Well all of those were a galore.
Im lucky i even made it till this day
I always think why why why.
Everything you told me was a lie,
but when i close my eyes i remember it all
the day that you left me.
the day i could finally see.
the day i died inside
Under the Sycamore Tree.
- by krissy_s97 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/27/2010 |
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- Title: Under the Sycamore Tree
- Artist: krissy_s97
- Description: I wrote this poem because i was just thinking of all those kids out there that have been abandoned by someone they loved. They never had the voice to speak up and ask why. This is from one of those kids perspective.
- Date: 07/27/2010
- Tags: under sycamore tree loss
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