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Bruised But Not Broken.
Bruised but not broken
Is what she used to say to her tattered soul
And when she pick up her pen
She finds herself flowing in writing of her rebel Darling,
She used to love the sun
And sometimes dance in the rain for fun,
She never pick up her phone and dial his number
Until she is so sure,
That he is more than a spectacular friend or more
But many times she was drawn to his broken darkness
Many times she slept with her pillow wet
And many times woke up with a heart of a Phoenix
Waiting for the right man to mend her broken Link to reality.
Is what she used to say to her tattered soul
And when she pick up her pen
She finds herself flowing in writing of her rebel Darling,
She used to love the sun
And sometimes dance in the rain for fun,
She never pick up her phone and dial his number
Until she is so sure,
That he is more than a spectacular friend or more
But many times she was drawn to his broken darkness
Many times she slept with her pillow wet
And many times woke up with a heart of a Phoenix
Waiting for the right man to mend her broken Link to reality.
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