martine boucher Poems

It`s that sesson again
Were the leafs are falling,
Birds are leaving,
Winter time is comming.
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how i crave one of your kisses.
the memory of your hands holding me is fading.
how do i fix these deep painfull toughts
the awnser is still missing.
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Running down my cheeks,

girl's worst enemy.
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The time is almost up,
everything is going down,
can't take seeing you like this,
It makes me really frown.
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It all started with his simple touch
Oh how I loved it so much
we were in my loft
His lips were so soft.
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Could it always be just you and me?
Will you learn to let go of her?
Will I learn to let go of him?
Will we be faithful?
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The girl of popularity.
The girl who invented song Wasn't me.
The girl that could get what she wanted in a flash
and she didn't even have to ask.
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i'm a little washed up see turtle
my parents abanded me at birth
even though im friends with squirls
it does not give you the permission to treat me like dirth
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siting and lisening,
paying attention.
all in a staight line
using our minds.
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