I Love To Cry
When you dont look at me,
With other things to do when you are busy.
You seldom turn around and smile
You are with me, but just for a while.
I think of what will make me sad
Of things which ever make me mad.
And isolate myself away from you,
Wandering around what next to do.
And a long wait, a peek from the corner of my eye;
Feeling the pain grow, as to forget I try.
And then when it is already too late,
I notice your concerned stride past the gate.
You cuddle me, like a baby you hold,
Trying to reassure your love pre-told.
To get you near me, look at me, I could die;
And that is one reason I love to cry...
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