Cry

There you are walking down the hall
With some other girl with you
You come to talk to
I try so hard not to cry
You walk away
I try so hard not to run after you
Can’t you tell that I am hurting?
Hurting on the inside
I told you all of my secrets
You helped me with my problems
But now I can’t live without you
There you are walking down the hall
With some other girl with you.

by Emmerald Little

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Comments (4)

Oh this is sweet and tender, Herbs. A lifting read. (Looking at some of your old ones until you get some new poetic juices flowing) . Love, G.
I gotta finda better adjective than 'Excellent'. This is above excellent, and a very fresh style too. Thank you.
Since being in love with love would be at best difficult and at worst a sign of shallow feelings, I assume you are referring to one of the partners in this as being named 'love' (?)
Soulmates...beautiful! ! ! I saw a couple with genuine smiles just being in love with love.