Poem #2
12.24.2003 | 1:39 pm

she sat there and waited,
for her fate had been slated.
her eyes were downcast,
missing the world go past.
with her heart torn in two,
and it's peices seen through,
she sits there and predicts,
how her lover will fix,
the hole in her heart,
that means they are apart.

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