Karla Robles Poems

Is it me the one that is to blame
Is it my fault that you're so lame
You say you like me,
You're the only one so blind you can't see
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This is one of my wirdest dreams

Walking by the river thinking things out,
I see a girl crying and one with a pout.
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Little black bird don't hover,
for all you bring is death.
I know your wrecked soul seeks vengance,
there's no gleeful singing for you!
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