"Come inside this heart of mine,
feel the beat to the poets rhyme,
words they tumble, spilling pain,
tales of woe or love, again."
Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
She was looking for the answers in the bottom of a glass. Hope, that she had somehow lost when remembering the past. She pours another glassful of liquid novocaine. Letting it numb everything And ease the pain again.
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