My Crying Eyes

Catdog
You haunt my every move
You keep coming back again
Constantly "gettin' on your groove"
When will my life begin

Memories I cannot wash away
If I could just put 'em in the trash
Only keeping a few for today
But my head you still bash

Your fists in my face
Warping my poor l'il head
Washing away what I'd embrace
You won't stop til I'm dead

I've left you far behind
Many miles between you and me
But the closeness in my mind
I will die before I'm free.

Published by Catdog

College Student and Mother; who laughs at life, and does better every day than the day before! Purring, meowing, and howling proud parent of Catdoggie Oggie Productions!  View profile

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  • vahid7/20/2009

    It was very fine.from IRAN.

  • Victoria Hale4/2/2008

    painful

  • A.M. Morgan4/2/2008

    Wow is all I can say. Deeply profound.

  • A.M. Morgan4/2/2008

    Wow is all I can say. Deeply profound.

  • Pearlygates3/31/2008

    Beautiful poem. Glad to hear it is fictional :-)

  • Cynthia Martin3/30/2008

    very nice poem...Cyn

  • Mags3/30/2008

    Very heartfelt and with very strong words. May be fictional but I am sure it touches many.

  • robritt3/30/2008

    Wonderful poem and so aptly put. Your right for every down there is an up and that is a beautiful attitude.

  • Aly Adair3/30/2008

    Hey - your third one in 13 years is great!

  • Dee3/30/2008

    Very nice!!

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