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Trials

I could kid myself  
Thinking I'm fine  
Could lie to myself  
Saying you're mine  
 
I think of you  
As I lay in bed  
Dream of you  
When I rest my head  
 
How she gets to hold  
That broken heart of yours  
She gets to fix the wounds  
Of the one I adore  
 
My scratchy throat aches  
My tired eyes sting  
My hopeful heart's broken  
From the trials you bring..
Written by xxbvbkatiexx (Katelyn Michelle)
Published | Edited 16th Nov 2012
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