not much about me, other than what you can gather out of my poems....
It was a warm June day,
The day I saw your sad face.
You were scared, beaten and bruised,
I was the same way,
...
I have cried myself to sleep,
I've whispered your sweet name.
Nothing I do, will bring you back.
My pain is all in vain.
...
My pretty girl you are
and that's how it will stay
you have always been here for me,
and now I will do the same.
...
I am only a shell,
of what I used to be.
I used to be Katie,
that laughed and loved.
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I had a dream last night,
and you were there.
The look in your eyes,
the warm of the air.
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