Never Cried In Front Of Me

The tears she cries are not the good ones

She was not just someone

I dont know how it slipped my mind

She was always so kind

How was i supposed to know

She was slowly letting go

If I was putting her through hell

I couldnt even tell

She could've given me a sign

And it would've opened up my eyes

How was i supposed to see

She never cried in front of me




This poem is about: 
My family


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