goA Poem by brianna vega
i have gone through the day without a cigarette
and a broken conversation with you dear and lets not forget the broken week shivering my rooms too cold i cant even imagine waking up to u i fear thats a bad sign if i run soon will you be hurt will you blame me? your doing nothing but pushing me away and i dont fight for things that dont want me im just waiting for you to say it to show it then ill go. © 2010 brianna vega |
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Added on November 12, 2010 Last Updated on November 12, 2010 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAboutThings have changed like the singing of rain Once soft Now pouring Soaking Softening Changing more.. |

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