marquita's+poem+1

Type in the content of your new page here. Sorrow Ever day I awake with the sun in face, The sorrow takes over me, Like a coconut in a pine tree. Can’t fell I can’t touch For it seems just too much. The sorrow builds in me, Just makes me want to scream But I hold it in me. The sorrow sometimes hurts my heart; it gives one the feeling of being torn apart. When it happens to you, You don’t know what to do. Your brain gets overrated Your and heart gets over shaken.