the trip that leads me away from the place of broken hearts...

late at night

im doing well

but i think of

our fight

with  words i

just cannot spell

cause it hurts too much

you hurt too much

 

Im just a girl  with

a broken heart

and it leads me now

to a second start

where there no longer

are any chance for us

I look at my clock

while waiting for the bus...





Poetry by Angellike
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Written on 2010-07-28 at 01:35

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very touchable lines.
2010-07-28