Poems from artisticClarity

I want to fling every nice little thing he ever said right back at him. I wish to scream at him, scream every little thing he made me feel...
She smirked as she picked the sharpest She smiled as she drew the rubies from the vault She grinned as she bathed in those precious...
She’s only hurting those who dare to care If she only knew who she’s hurting, maybe she’d stop to care She’s blind to it all, she walks...
It means I’m moody all month, not just a week It means I have long nights, waiting for morning so I may resume my activities It means...
She sits there in the dark of the room She sits there, crying She cries in fear of hurting the baby She love the baby and the baby loves...

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