BY (06-01-89 / New Jersey)

Late Nights

Stiff neck
Aching body
wet eyes
Can't sleep
Only thing
One her mind
Is her

She's always up
Late at night
Writing poems about her girlfriend
Some sweet some bitter

Wondering about their future
Regreting her past
Thinking about the times she's hurt her
and how all this could have been prevented if
She never would have grabbed her hand at that carnival


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