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by megann anne May 4, 2007 category : Love, romance / lost love
You looked at me with all the love there used to be for all the pain, you were to blame so i put you in a broken frame i walked away and you were trapped behind the broken glass you called for help but i let it pass i don't wanna hurt anymore so here I am, closing the door....
by John Pickett
Always easier said than done...great poem!