the trip that leads me away from the place of broken hearts...
late at night
im doing well
but i think of
our fight
with words i
just cannot spell
cause it hurts too much
you hurt too much
Im just a girl with
a broken heart
and it leads me now
to a second start
where there no longer
are any chance for us
I look at my clock
while waiting for the bus...
Poetry by Angellike
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Written on 2010-07-28 at 01:35
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