nathalie rossignol Poems

When we talk you look at my face,
To apeer a gentlemen.
But truely you look in my eyes because the rest of me is terrible.
When we walk, you pretend like your not looking for friends that could see you with me and be imbarised.
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I will not count the days till you come crawling back,
Nor the knives, youve left in my back.
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I'm packing all my sad notes,
And leaving the happy behind.
Because you can only be fake for so long,
before you loose your mind.
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