Crippled Poem by Heriberto GarciaIII

Crying eyes fall from your cheek,
I know what you did to me.
Girl you know the truth behind the door,
It’s all apart of being of this world.
Close your eyes and think about me,
Close my eyes and think about her,
The truth lye’s between the lines in the wall.
Walking feet so sore,
Your soul is wearing out,
Lady hide inside the closet,
Let your world come out and play.
Crying eyes fall from your cheek,
I know what you did to me.