You told me it would hurtA Poem by Beatrice MarsYou told me it would hurt, I underestimated your warnings Now I cry For being such a fool, I wish for you I wish for luck DAMN I wish for you - To go back To tell yourself - to TRY HARDER to warn me away. DAMN, I wish for you Still. © 2011 Beatrice Mars |
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3 Reviews Added on December 7, 2011 Last Updated on December 7, 2011 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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