Victoria Potter Poems

Thought less of you in the morning
Cared less for you by each day
After all of your painful scorning
From the day you went away
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When there was a hold, an unbreakable hold
Linked by chain to chain
A beating hold, a feel so cold
Brought by hands of shame
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Slipped off the tip of my tongue
I don't know why, why
Rolling for a song to be tied
In a basement I found
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I love you, then I don't
Then I hate you, then I won't
I forget to love you
Then I forget to hate you
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