Rachael Boczek Poems

Night time falls,
Pull out the glass,
Grab all the vodka that the cupboard can pass.
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I'm falling with my tears,
pain bleeding down my cheeks.
I'm drowning in this bloody mess,
and I've been this way for weeks.
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Few words were spoken about our hidden love,
forbidden and feared sent down from above.
No truths were spoken of but destiny broke free,
that was when at last you finally said to me.
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