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Bitter, bitter, sweet sorrow,
A broken heart,
And an uncertain tomorrow,
Is it her destiny to feel this way,
Alone,
Unwanted,
And in so much pain?
To be loved is what she holds dear,
But still he will not come near,
She lies in agony every night,
While he shares his laughter with the world,
He is uncaring and cold,
While she is warm and loving,
The crow's call echoes outside her window,
Reminding her of the emptiness inside,
The emptiness she will always feel
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“I've been
writing poems ever since I was a little girl. I
love poetry. I think it is a great
way for one to express oneself.”
Nicole Ritchey |
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