BrokenGirl
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Second ChancesA Poem by BrokenGirlI don't even know o.o |
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A True AngelA Poem by BrokenGirlIt's simple. Late at night, the boy I love with everything, was reading me his old poems and songs. |
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The StageA Poem by BrokenGirlThe slicing colors of a knife steal away the paleness. Replacing it with the bright color of red. The gliding movements slack up noneYour dark eyes op.. |
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BurnsA Poem by BrokenGirlSwallow these emotions that cloud your head Just another failure that is waiting to happen You trace over the cuts that cover your body This fee.. |
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Come On <3A Poem by BrokenGirlI’m sorry for the bother but I’m just trying to find my calling My place for at night to rest Love I don’t mean to be a both.. |
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His screamsA Poem by BrokenGirlThis boy on the other end of the phone Fighting with his own mind His own words The things he wants, no LONGS, to tell someone and hear it back .. |
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I dont mean to be a botherA Poem by BrokenGirlI have no f*****g idea where this came from |
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Thank YouA Poem by BrokenGirlThose hands, that touch, those finger tips. They bring so much back. So many painful memories. The gun on the bed. The screaming. The fight.. |
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Knife Called LustA Poem by BrokenGirlIf this knife called anything; it mustbe lust. Lust with the pain and feeling. It shows what my heart feels. Pull up my sleeves and see my cu.. |
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VunerableA Poem by BrokenGirlVulnerable This weakness is killing me. You are seeing my true colors When this is all done I’m scared you won’t even look my way F.. |
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