"When sky crys I cry"

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    "When sky crys I cry"

    Rain poors down like gun fires in world war II. When the sky cries i cry,like magets eating at the flesh of the dead tears pour out my eyes from the pains that ache my heart. The pains not of stress or sorrow,but pains of love. Love flows through the veins of my heart like frozen water dripping off the tip of an icesickle. When the sky cries I cry,Like the thunder on a stormy night my love for you is embedded into my soul like the sharp brittle ends of a stick. I long for your soul,your mind and your body. We belong togehter like the soil of the greenest grass,together we are one mind,one body,and one soul, but we have broken apart like harsh words from the tongue of a savage liar. When the sky cries I cry,I speak of you like the gods up above,I cherished every moment we've had together and now that it's deminished I can't go on without grieveing in pain." When the sky cries I cry."

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    mskatrina7 commented on "When sky crys I cry"

    01-02-2011

    So I just started crying. Not sure why I'm emotional. Lol. But anyway I like this poem. Good work.

    beckyramos commented on "When sky crys I cry"

    12-16-2009

    WOW!!!! :O this poem is awsome! i love this one.

    ciegee commented on "When sky crys I cry"

    10-21-2009

    You could be an artist, you could move in dance, your poetry paints a picture, I glad I found you by chance. You have a gift. Keep it up.

    intellaspy commented on "When sky crys I cry"

    10-06-2009

    Wow... I am not sure i can add anything else but Wow again.

    Hiporlacking commented on "When sky crys I cry"

    07-23-2009

    I enjoy the imagery but you need to work on the structure. Use that enter key ya got lying there.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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