Don’t Cry on Me Girl
Don’t turn on the water works
Your tears mean nothing to me
No, I am not nasty
Just hardened to misery
I’ve seen sorrow eat the soft
And leave bones behind
I’ve walked through the dark
I felt it curl around my ribs
Your pain is yours
I will not carry it
I have my own scars
My own nights without sleep
So don’t cry on me girl
Save your salt for someone else
I have built walls
So don’t cry your tears near me
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
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Advice well taken if it fits what is going on in our various lives and friendships. Good job.