Dear Bella...A Poem by MurtuzaA ConfessionOn that cracked old bench
Oh dear Bella,
To know it had been
I know I'm too late. This face, all ragged So fret not dear Bella,
And mend it back
Goodbye dear Bella,
A weight was hanged upon my heart;
I guess that's why it's called a crush. © 2012 MurtuzaAuthor's Note
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