Uncried

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  • Lost Love

    Uncried

    You say you see things others can't;
    But you can't see me;
    Somehow I fly stealth to you,
    secretly underneath.

    I am blind to you;
    You can't see what's inside;
    I hold it deep underneath...Uncried!

    My thoughts are blurry;
    My life is shattered;
    My broken heart even more tattered.

    When you need me, I am there;
    When I'm in need, I'm alone;
    I'm Shattered inside!
    But still uncried.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    piccasso’s Poems (3)

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