Cry
I have found that I cry
Very easily in the morning
Not sure why this is when I
Do most of my writing I listened
To Jim Morrison sing The End
I cried
yesterday morning I read my bio
I cried because my life is in
A nut shell
Someone I just noticed
drew a heart on the smeared
Window of the train I am crying again
It is a heart left for me to cry over
If it wasn’t the heart it would
Have been something else
Then I realize the heart
Was not meant for me
So I cried
