Ireece Mae Montero Poems

Two years and up in the making
Still holding and loving
Every step we make
Dozen consequences we take
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My past wounded me so bad
Cuts too deep and hurts a lot
I rushed to so called love before
Thought it will be forever more
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I was praying for my death last night
Couldn’t bare the pain inside
I remember myself saying
Please let it be nightmare, I kept on repeating
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