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Luisa bernabó
Poems
Oct 2013
Rose
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
I start to feel exposed
as the girl picks my red petals
I feel her tear drop on my stem
And her hand begin to tremble
She starts to cry and shout
But no one seems to hear
Her knees go weak and she falls
She falls ******* her heart.
Who could cause her so much pain?
Who could make her feel this way?
So desperate and heart broken,
So fragile and insecure.
She held me tighter,
My thorn cutting her palm,
She didnt seem to care
It seemed to make her calm.
She lay her head on the ground
And finally let me go,
Her tears trickled from her eyes,
The pain began to show.
Love kills.
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