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 Nov 2018 It me
the black rose
silly little girl,
thinking that someone could love you.
beyond all the slightly faded scars and battles that you went through.
silly little broken girl,
thinking someone will ever care.
they all just see a broken piece with loneliness so clear.
silly little broken girl.
just run away,
maybe you’ll find someone to love,
somewhere, someday.
don’t you stay,
they’ll never hear the things you say.
they’ll just trample you,
push you aside,
say that you’re not good enough.
they’ll say that you were fun to try,
maybe next time you’ll have better luck.
 Nov 2018 It me
the black rose
light figure,
bright figure,
lurking in the dark.
i see you in the bushes.
i see you making a mark.
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ill stand and stare,
for awhile.
i can not make out a form.
but im not getting any closer,
im not going any farther.
the other night i saw a bright figure in the bushes of my backyard, couldn’t make out what it was.. but i wrote a poem, of course lol

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