I'm frustrated. Usually I don't ask the question why, but this time I don't know how else to heal.
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Submitted: Sep 3, 2007
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Why
Do we look our best
When we feel
Bruised and beaten inside?
Why
Can't I get over him-
Just a guy,
One I hardly knew?
Why
Do we find comfort
Only to discover
It's lost the next morning?
Why
Didn't he kiss me
And hold me
In the falling rain?
Why
Do we let go
To the very thing
Our soul desires?
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Nice work, Beautiful,
Vinnie
Posted: Sep 4, 2007
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