Pauline McVicar Biography

A ticking clock,
I wish it would stop.
Counting sheep,
Yet I still can’t sleep.
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My chance, our dance. The smell of your hair.
One night, just right. Only us there.
Two people, no music. Darkness all around.
Lights are bright, hands held tight. We cant hear a sound.
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Through the darkness, through the mist
I cannot find the one I trust,
With pain in my heart, thoughts flooding my head,
I know deep down in my heart I must.
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Open your eyes. It’s cold.
Look down at your feet,
Where are they going to?
Look around, look at the street,
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People only see one side of me,
They never look within,
They see the tough exterior,
And can’t see I’m wearing thin.
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