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destiney dawn
Poems
Dec 2016
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He always said I was a mystery. Like reading a murderous book.
Who is the killer?
Well, it was him. He tore my heart apart with out even knowing he held it in his hands.
I bet he didn't know he was my world. That when he laughed I laughed harder, when he was sad he was a tornado and I was the city.
I held onto his hand like it was hope. The tears in his eyes were just a facade. He was a comedian I was the joke.
But, I still wobble behind you. Hoping you look back.
But, you never did.
#love
#poem
#enough
#our
#wasnt
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