3AM on White Birch Lane, by Christina Lousie
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She steps out to relax
Carring a broken heart and a Newport
14 is much to young for all this rage
and yet here she is
3AM all alone on that empty street
Here in this small town
She thinks about the future
Gonna be someone someday
In a world of tears
Shes all alone
She longs for somthing bigger
The 3AM on White Birch Lane |
| Posted: 2006-08-30 14:28:41 UTC |
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| 2006-09-03 03:44:36 | A Lonely Song |
| i love it. i love all your poetry so much. especially since i can so easily relate to it. great job. |