• mamabear2017 (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  Two

  Every morning she says to herself A broken heart A broken smile There's no fixing this broken soul. When she sees him for the first time she changes her words maybe a love…

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• mamabear2017 (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  Little Fingers

  Ten toes Ten fingers multiply both by two and add arms, legs and arms. One cute button nose and a face that kinda resembles Curious George. When awake he is aware When…

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• mamabear2017 (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  My last breath

  Sometimes I think to myself, why? Why go through all of this if the only thing I get in return is pain. Also the idea of death popping into my silly little brain? Why put…

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• mamabear2017 (25)in #broken • 8 years ago

  Another Statistic

  after yelling and after screaming it seems like my lungs can't get enough air and my eyes burn as though these tears were made of acid the pain is too surreal to explain as…

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