If IA Poem by NicoleIf I cried a fountain of tears, you'd drink from it blissfully If I felt insecure, you'd point out my flaws If I was battered and beaten, you'd laugh at my pain If I died tomorrow, you'd spit on my grave Yet I still spend my days loving you so Unwilling to ever truly let go © 2013 Nicole |
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Added on September 10, 2013 Last Updated on September 10, 2013 AuthorNicoleMonroe, NYAbout21 year old writer trying to be heard, for now I'll start here. more..Writing
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