I love to write poetry on being heartbrocke, becayse i kno what it feels like |
The tear stains on her rosy red cheeks
Are enough to make anyone stop and stare...
All the issues
Build up around your head...
She rather die
The live without him...
What do you see when you look at me?
Something great...
Nights turn to days
As days turns to weeks...
When i grow up I want to be a mini skirt, wearing hard on the make up, and hard on alcohol and high heels and a dance floor. |
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Bruces will heal |