I'll Be There
Why do you keep talking about her?
Why don't you write a book?
Why don't you tell her what you're saying
Maybe she could help you build a better story.
You said you really cared,
You'll help if I need help,
Be there if I need you,
Even if you've got no time in your hands.
The days in the morning turned to dark.
The view looks blurred.
Crying and bleeding
You're still not there.
Look at her now,
It's how you made her feel.
So down with her self-esteem,
So angry with her self.
Poetry by krista
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Written on 2008-02-14 at 11:04
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