Genia Arnett
Love
Pain but jost
Happiness with sorrow.
I cry so much,
And wait for tommorow.
The day will come,
And he will leave.
Then again sorrow will
surround me never to leave.
My heart will rip
And shatter.
Tear like a river
Will flow.
I cry
One last time
Before he has
To go.
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