Chelsea Wallace Poems

No one would listen
no one could hear
the cries of the lonely boy
though they were near
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Well I've got this guitar, that usually sings
A couple pills, and some scars
And I gently pluck all the strings
While gazing at the stars
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Step at the gate, it's a promise to sing
step in the chapel and see
to sing, to cry, to fly again
yet you still make a smile for me
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Tears of blood fled my eyes
though he begged me not to cry
but words only slit my wrist
and love was now hidden by the mist
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