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Scrubbing the Walls with Erasers
by Becca MortonBright eyes
Shining smile
My time with you was so worthwhile
Beating Drum
Broken Heart
I'm not really sure where to start
How about with a scream
Or a burnig rub of despise
I rub the walls with erasers
To much to hide
So little time
You broke my heart
You made me fall
I'm not blind
I see the writing on the wall
The lies
The pain
The tricks
The game
Somehow I can't hide it
The writing on the wall
Beating Drums and Shining smiles
Twinkling eyes and broken hearts
I dont know where to start 06/11/2003
Author's Note: This is a lot of emotions - and if you want to know more about it, you can message me, i dont want to get into it now :-/
~Becca~
Posted on 06/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Becca Morton
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