maya alexandria Poems

your promise to stay
was a promise to leave
your promise to take the pain
was a promise you knew you couldn't keep
...

i slit my wrists and try to die
blood seeps out and trickles down
kind of thing to make a grown man cry
another death in this small town
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i hear your voice...
you say you love me...
i see your face...
could you really be?
...

its so hard not to tell you how i feel
that i miss you
its not that i'm just lonely cause he left
but really its your quiet understanding
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