Twelve Thirty-Seven

Twelve Thirty-Seven

A Poem by scarlynn

I feel empty every two hours
and then I feel elated.
You haven't called me back 
ever since you said you loved me.
I think you gave me this bruise on purpose.

© 2015 scarlynn


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Added on November 26, 2015
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