im a twelve year old girl from brooklyn i love poetry its like a WAY TO CLEAR MY HURT IT TAKES AWAY THE MAD PAIN I FEEL ALL THE TIME.
my heart is still one of the things you left unfinished
hoping youll look back and see what youve purposely diminished
i lye here with the pleading eyes of a new born
wanting you back even with a heart scorned
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Your my dream when i overdose
your my heart when it stops
your my brain during the 7 mins of overtime
your my love even where theres none to give
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its dark where i am and i cant find the light
its dark where i am and my heart is full of fright
everyone is cheerful and wiill never see
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