Poems from Nora Beck
My Patriocles, what have I done to you?
How have I abandoned you in your hour of need,
And saved myself at your expense?
When I...
My Patriocles, what have I done to you?
How have I abandoned you in your hour of need,
And saved myself at your expense?
When I...
Oh, Dear Monroe, you are the reason why I can wake up in this awful life,
You showed the world that a pretty face could be so much more,...
Your cold, dead corpse looks upon me with disgust
Just like it did when you were alive;
You resent me still, even in death.
Your words...
In My Head, You Are
Lying In My Bed With Me,
On My Skin And On My Hair,
Valuing Everything I Let You Touch.
Everything You Do Is For Me...