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Cry, Oh My!
Cry,
Oh my!
Bye-bye.
When a favorite just disses you.
With the words heard said,
'We're through.'
What can one do,
But...
Cry,
Oh my!
Bye-bye.
When the facing of a truth is due.
And that truth is deep hurting too!
What can one do,
But...
Pick up the pieces,
And mend from a hurting...
That no one will feel,
Like one will do.
Who...
Tries not to show,
All of the bitterness...
That a forgiving or forgetting wont soothe.
So,
Go on and cry...
Oh my!
Bye-bye.
When a favorite just disses you.
With the words heard said,
'We're through.'
What can one do,
But...
Cry,
Oh my!
Bye-bye.
When the facing of a truth is due.
And that truth is deep hurting too!
What can one do,
But...
Pick up the pieces,
And mend from a hurting...
That no one will feel,
Like one will do.
Who...
Tries not to show,
All of the bitterness...
That a forgiving or forgetting wont soothe.
Anytime soon.
Anytime...
Soon!
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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