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Sads days for High Intensity, im hme for my buddies 21st bday, and I miss that ex of mine...she's about 20 mins down the road at school but High Intensity stays strong and thinks about this poem he wrote for her when she was 150 miles away, crying over the phone, he thinks he was 2 good 2 her...
TEARS
Your eye weeps the fruit of physical frustration,
like a pocket of sadness it runs haphazerdly down your cheek.
To define as water, to understand as pain.
Trapped in a solid state it is your worry.
Unknown to oneself it has a path,
from your check to my ear the sense is clear.
The reality of human emotion, pain is transferred.
A synthesis occurs as my eye responds
I wipe your worry, and taste my sadness.
TEARS
Your eye weeps the fruit of physical frustration,
like a pocket of sadness it runs haphazerdly down your cheek.
To define as water, to understand as pain.
Trapped in a solid state it is your worry.
Unknown to oneself it has a path,
from your check to my ear the sense is clear.
The reality of human emotion, pain is transferred.
A synthesis occurs as my eye responds
I wipe your worry, and taste my sadness.

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