I must have done something wrong
'Cause he ain't talkin'
Scared, I know what comes next.
And makeup doesn't help
Dark glasses don't cover it
My black eye
He saw what he'd done
And he said he was sorry
He loves me...
and I think it's my fault
Because I burned the supper
And I was an hour late
And he checked the mileage
But he didn't believe
I wasn't doing anything wrong
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
