Love Me, For RealA Poem by ChelseaTrue story.Love
Me, For Real It was only about my face Or was it some sick thrilling race? Not love. You held me in your arms Told me I was safe from harm I felt safe. Your hands were on ablaze My skin, they graze I didn’t like this. You had planned To make me your one night stand But no, this was the end of you and I. I’m hurt and broken But I was just a token. Just a prize. Just another girl Not the special pearl I thought I was. © 2011 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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42 Reviews Added on February 25, 2011 Last Updated on February 25, 2011 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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