Rachel Bronte Poems

Confusion stands firm as scars
like the crooked cobbled streets
anxiety loud as rain hitting hard
Round this Corner our eyes may meet
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Fragile like a dandelion blowing in the wind
You might tell me that I'm pretty
But that don't mean a thing
Wandering heart left a mess of colour that I can't erase
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It all looks so pretty when the snow starts to fall
But it soon becomes dirty, trampled and cold
I hand you my heart and with it my all
Then I wake up lonely, buried from your hold
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They were both so young
When they met for the first time
Loving was easy
Though there were dark clouds
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