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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A busted lip,

a broken nose,

i cry as you

cut me with the blade

quietly,silently,here i laid

in the bed where

i stayed,

i lay there wide


you are so

damn fake

going over there

was a mistake,

for i lost myself,

when you took

my innocence.

for i thought i saw my gg that day

reaching her hand

out for me

telling me its okay

to let go,

for i held on yet i

wanted to be with her

for i miss her so much...


Submitted: April 13, 2012

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