I Cry On

by Red Alf - Not entered

It hurts, this feeling, of being alone,
With no one to talk to, each day I do moan,
In agony, in want, in hurt and torment.
I'm crying so hard, inside of this bent,
This bent up kind sole, who asks but one thing,
For someone to hold, hug and to bring,
With me to movies, partys and such.
That's all that I ask, it is not much.
I need a kind girl, to hug and be with,
But I don't have one now, it's still just a myth.
And I cry on.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-07-03 21:49:49
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:23
Poem ID: 50074

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