Sometimes when I anlone
I cry..
I cry..
Cause i am on my own..
The tears i cry are bitter and warm..
Thet flow with life but take no form..
I cry cause my heart is torn..
If I had an ear to confide in
wounld cry with my treasused friend..
But whom do you know that would stop that long
To help another carry on..
Thw world moves fast
and it world rather pass by..
Than to stop ans see what makes me cry..
So painfulans sad
and sometime... I cry
ANd no one cares about Why??
This is the poem i write wen i was in sec3.. All thanks to Mr Kong..
