Andrew

Andrew

A Poem by While the blossoms still cling

Why do you cut? 
Why are you so sad? 
Why do you drink? 
And make me so mad? 

What is this, joy? 
What are you, boy? 
What is this, pain? 
Who are you, someone lost in the rain?

I know you won't speak to me,
I accepted that and am gone.
But I still love you,  
Just like the rising dawn. 

Let me please help you,
Let me please care. 
All that I need,
Is for you to be there. 

© 2012 While the blossoms still cling


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I have no idea if this is still connected to your email or if you'll ever see this, but to this day, this poem still gives me goosebumps and brings tears to my eyes.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow. It's very well written, nicely said.

Posted 11 Years Ago




Posted 11 Years Ago



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While the blossoms still cling
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