I have beenA Poem by Nicola Taylor
wasting life watching space grow
from the cracks in the pavement that I made with my heart far too long ago I'm tired of nursing this wound back to health I can hear it beat but I can't feel it for that, I'm far too happy as for the rest, I'm far too miserable remember when you'd call me beautiful without ever seeing my face I think I miss that the most sometimes it's just painful to know that you were never beautiful like that so much so, it left cracks. © 2010 Nicola TaylorReviews
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