CRYING AT NIGHT
THERE ARE SO MANY THOUGHTSTHAT RACE THRU MY MIND
I NEED TO SLOW DOWN
BEFORE I STOP AND GET CAUGHT
THE THINGS THE REEL
IN MY MIND SO FAST
KEEP IT IN CONTROL
MAKE IT LAST
IT IS HARD TO BE ON YOUR OWN
IT IS NOT A MATTER OF MONEY
IT IS NOT A MATTER OF MATURITY
IT IS A MATTER OF BEING ALONE
WHEN THE DAWN COMES
AND YOU SEE THE MORNING LIGHT
YOU REMEMBER ALL THE THINGS
YOU CRIED ABOUT LAST NITE.
Poetry by Katiejo
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 04:29
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