Poetry
The Story of ME
I'm crying but
you don't see
tears running down my face.
How can you
when you're staring
into space?
I scream out
a call for help
for love.
I need attention
not any
help from above.
Only you can fix me,
make me any better.
I don't care if you
write me a letter.
I need your love,
your heart,
your mind,
your body,
your soul,
I need you.
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