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We were made to be here foreverWe were made for each otherWe know what we want from this lifeAnd that's to be with one another.Your arms are a place of comfortWhen I'm lonely and afraid to cryYou alwa... Posted by on Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:42:00 GMT |
Is |
I wrote this.Steal it and die.There once was a personWho lived in a tree.He was an unusual suspect;He was quite a sight to see.He looked like a manBut acted like a monkey;He spoke no language I could ... Posted by on Sun, 22 Nov 2009 11:18:00 GMT |
Mama |
I wrote this.Steal it and you die.Where the is love, there is hate.Where there is happiness, there is sadness.Where there is hot, there is cold.Where there is rich, there is poor.Where there is a full... Posted by on Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:32:00 GMT |
Ya |
I wrote this.Steal it and you die.There is this boyI love him true;I gave him my heartAnd call him my boo.We can't be separatedAlways together;Glue to each otherLike salt and pepper.We talk all mornin... Posted by on Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:32:00 GMT |
Yo |
I wrote this. Steal it, and you die.Once upon a timeI was with you;Feeling like nothingCould get me blue.Every day feltLike a new surprise;Didn't know what would happenWhen I opened my eyes.When I was... Posted by on Sun, 08 Nov 2009 13:22:00 GMT |
Hopless Ponderings of My Soul |
I'm changing. My life is re-arranging. I'm caught up in this whirlwind of colors. My feet are firmly planted on the ground, but my mind is elsewhere. I wander around aimlessly, thoughts zooming around... Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:42:00 GMT |
11th Grade English portfolio. Revised. |
A Soldiers Poem
It was Christmas Holidays. There was no school, and I was living it up. My grandmother, her husband, and my aunt were up from Tennessee, and my uncle, his wife, and his four kids, were... Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 19:26:00 GMT |