Randomness Within
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Last published Wed, Aug 5, 2015
I lie there unaware,
I broke a heart.
The pain that you can't bear,
You stole the night.....
I lie there unaware,
A seething heart followed my bed,
A curse, a filthy stare,
You hate what I have said.
I lie there unaware,
An angry hand wrapped my lips,
You laugh, you weep, who are you?
I cry, scream, you never cared.
I lie there unaware,
My soul and body bleeds.
I lie there unaware,
‘Why did you do that ugly deed?’.
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So that was just a part of it.
In this book I will write some poems and short stories.
Please Read this book.
And if you would want to use some of the poems just PM me.
Thank you.!.!.!.!
~•~•~•~Cai~•~•~•~
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