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Tyra Smith Poem
The wound of a woman is a sacred stoping ground,
Where men around the world come to claim their crown.
To sit upon the throne, and take their place,
Inside the heart of a woman'e sweet embrace.
Copyright © Tyra Smith | Year Posted 2009
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Tyra Smith Poem
In a world filled with lust and sin,
People knock, but can't get in.
There is no right, and there's no wrong.
There's no perserverance to carry on.
There's no happiness, and there is no sorrow.
Folks look forward, but not to tomorrow.
Uncertaincy grips you as you proceed with caution.
Victories are won, but not very often.
Now is the time of broken hearts,
When folks move on, and don't get very far.
Where you want to hope, you dare to dream,
And everything in life is more than it seems.
A time in life of missed opportunities and lost chances.
Where people no longer believe in "love," or "romances."
The world once known has come to an end,
And a 'new,' less appealing one is about to begin.
Copyright © Tyra Smith | Year Posted 2007
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