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The Poet 174 Poem
My hands and feet are numb
for I am cold and I have no
home to give me warmth.
A home and warmth are two
things I search for that is why
people call me a bum.
I have not eaten but I have
prayed and my prayers have
not yet been answer for I have
not eaten in days.
So I'll just lay in my place of
sleep and pray ones more as I
search for warmth, for I have
found my home, The streets.
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The Poet 174 Poem
I gave her my heart, my soul and I would of given her my life if I had to.
I did not care of the distance between us and neither did my heart even though we were very far apart.
I never looked else where for the love I felt inside was to true to loose.
I thought about her needs before mind, I looked forward to tomorrow but she was only interested in today.
I thought she was here forever but while i was looking at tomorrow she was looking the other way.
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The Poet 174 Poem
Love was something I wanted,
Love was something I needed,
Love was something I thought you
would give me, but love is something
I'm living without for you was not
the one to love me but the one
to hurt me.
So now I still want love and I still
need it, but now I also fear it.
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The Poet 174 Poem
We never said good-bye
We never looked back
We never cared for how we felt inside we were to busying wondering why it felt so good so
right
We never enjoyed today and left tomorrow alone and this is why tomorrow will never be
known.
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Her lips I want to kiss,
Her body I want to hold,
Her beauty is over whelming and her smile is unforgettable.
Her eyes are deceiving making her more desirable,
Her beautiful long hair is every women dream, just like waking up with her by my side is mind.
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Look at her she's a fool'
she tells me she loves him,
she tells me she needs him.
Look at her she is a fool,
she tells me everything about him,
she tells me she how she feels for him,
Look at what a fool,
she let him go but yet she is suffering for him,
she says she don't need him but yet she misses him.
Look at this fool,
for everything she wants from him I can give,
for everything she needs I can supply.
Look at me I'm a bigger fool,
for while she thinks of him I think of her,
for while she talks about him all I do is listen.
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To be in love is to be insane
For love means tears and tears means
pain.
Love is hate, Love may come,
Hate is love, Love may go,
Lover means both but the memories
and misery means all. are forever.
Destiny is what we live it's not something
we wait for. It is a mans duty to
make it better and to jump over any
obstacle that get in the way, For life
only comes once in every mans
destiny.
What is love?
Love is another word for lust
for a accomplishment
a license for deception
a license to lie,
a license to think that you
are never wrong.
A license that when it expires
It becomes an unforgettable pain.
I wanted to hold you,
I wanted to keep you,
You made me feel special,
But all I got is a memory,
and now I want the
impossible to forget
you.
So much to write about
So much to say,
So many thoughts running through my
Head but they all seem to be allergic
To paper and pen
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She took my breath away when I first saw her.
She made my heart skip a beat when she open her eyes,
She left my body numb when I first held her in my arms.
She is the one, the one who I live for, the one who I will
die for.
She is my world.
my life
my daughter
MY DREAM COME TRUE
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I look at you with eyes of deception,
with eyes of confusement.
I look at you and all I see is a beautiful
women, A woman that I find myself
thinking of, A woman who is both beauty
and sweet, but a woman who is forbidden
I find myself looking at pictures thinking of
you, Thinking of what if I would of found you
first.
I also find the smell of your perfume everywhere
I breath, the same way I see your beautiful face
everywhere I look.
Why do I sleep with you on my mind and wake up
the same. I feel confuse, I feel a shamed for you are
forbidden and I must not feel this way, But your beauty
always capture my eyes and the sound of your voice
makes my body shiver.
Why do you make me feel this way if you are forbidden
and I must leave you be for me and you is something
that can not be.
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The Poet 174 Poem
I HATE YOU SO MUCH
I HATE YOU SO MUCH
THAT I AM ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT YOU,
I HATE YOU SO MUCH
THAT EVERYTIME I SEE YOU I STILL WANT
TO KISS YOU, HOLD YOU AND NEVER LET GO.
I HATE YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT BEING ABLE
TO SHARE WHAT I HAVE AND NOT BEING
ABLE TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
I HATE YOU SO MUCH FOR LOVING ME ONES
AND NEVER LOVING ME AGAIN, THAT EVEN
WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU ARE GOING TO
BETTER YOUR LIFE, I WISH YOU WELL,
I HATE YOU TO THE POINT THAT REGRETS IS
ALL I HAVE. REGRETS OF NOT BEING WITH YOU
OF NOT BEING ABLE TO SPEAK TO YOU WHEN
EVER I NEED A FRIEND,
I HATE YOU I REALLY DO FOR EVERYTIME I SEE
YOU I THINK OF OUR GOOD TIME AND OF WHAT
COULD OF HAVE BEEN.
I HATE YOU FOR NOT ENJOYING WHAT I HAVE
BECAUSE ALL I WANTED WAS YOU.
I HATE YOU FOR NOT WANTING TO REALIVE OUR
MEMORIES EVEN IF IT’S JUST FOR ONE NIGHT.
I HATE YOU FOR GETTING IN TO MY HEART AND
ME NOT BEING ABLE TO GET YOU OUT.
I HATE YOU FOR LOVING ME,
I HATE YOU FOR EVERYTIME I WANT TO HATE YOU
ALL I DO IS MISS YOU
I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU?
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