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Quanisha Smedley Poem
Watch me carfully to see the fear in my eyes, listin to my voice and see how it
feels to hear broken woman cry. Last night i saw your picture hanging on her wall,
and it's funny that that when i'm down no ones there to even watch me fall. It drops
not leaving a stain behind, it falls trying to hold on to it's little bit of time.
And there some one's quick to take its place, but once it's stained there another
falls from my face, as it rains....
Copyright © Quanisha Smedley | Year Posted 2005
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Quanisha Smedley Poem
You fall, not knowing where it ends, and which way should you follow, your path has
no end, and it doesn't know where it begins, you've tasted the sweat of all the
tears you cried, and you felt the pain of a man's lie, but still your feelings are
completely empty inside. But there you go leaving his love behind, letting your past
frequence go, and if he asks you where are you going, thats the thing... you don't
know
Copyright © Quanisha Smedley | Year Posted 2005
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