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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Love Me, Love Me Not

She sat in the rain,
black mascara lines poured down her face.
He turned around, to see her like that.
He didnt care, he didnt stop.
She sat in the rain,
wanting to be held by him,
wanting to be loved by him,
but he left her,
with a bruised heart.
Ashlee Cornell
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Wilted Roses 06 December 2010
:) very good poem. I liked it very much.
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