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Rich Tea
we sit drinking coffee,
much is yet unspoken,
my cup looks cracked,
her biscuits all broken
the flat smells of damp,
split ends and oily hair,
scars bangle her wrists,
focus of my coy stare
by the hearth lies a cat
of a species I deplore,
yellow paint peels off
a lone bedroom door
on her neck a blemish
coated in stale powder,
all in all, a f...
Sunday 11th April 2021 11:15 am
You came in right after he broke my heart.
You came in right after he broke my heart
The crack was too wide for you to mend
You came in right after he broke my heart
I dragged you across the yard to feel my pain.
You gave me your all just to make me feel secure
I can see love written all over your eyes
You bathe me in those eyes everyday
And yet all I could give was just a piece of my heart.
You tried to fill the crack in my ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:53 am
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