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This One Is For You

From time to time I find myself staring into the heavens lit by our stars The elders spoke of each star having its name, and how God knew the all by it At a very young age I grew much interest in adventure, to be an explorer of such Dream after dream, a huge imagination for images costed no money, dreams of much I lived by my creativity and will to be strong Not many believed in me Some of which even put me down, stateing that I was worth nothing With a shattered heart I saw the days evolve into night Patiently awaiting the sight of the first star Dropping to my knees making a wish upon the first star in view Who would know that the stars grant no wish My first language was spanish Not a single word of english or french I spoke Growing up in grade school, I was the cause of many jokes I had not much but a few rags that I kept clean as best to my ability Shoes with holes made my month None mattered because the love I searched was not of school but of my own home Always been so different A mind of a genius The will of a warrior But the love of... When the tide is high swim not For a tormented sea might just never return you I play guilt Guilt I know not for I made it as best I could Sing me a song that I may sing to Paint me a portrait so that I too may loose in the form and color Write me a poem so that I may see it play Pardon me for not being what you wanted me to be Pardon me for being me I hope one day you may forgive my life I meant no disrespect, what did I ever do to you You abused me and stomped on my heart You punched my soul right out I'm sorry for not being you And I pass to find my joy I will live to meet my future This one is for you dad

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/28/2009 3:48:00 PM
through your hard times you ve grown up to be a man,you know what life can offer and you stick tight to the good things you manage to achieve,our past makes us fine gentlemen and women,dont be sorry for not being how others wanted to form you,we are all unique and beautiful-God made us so--bravo,to my favs,had time to read properly today
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Date: 5/27/2009 1:46:00 PM
heartfelt and deep----charma
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Date: 5/27/2009 8:43:00 AM
I FEEL STUPID NOW I JUST REREAD THIS ONE AND IM SORRY I SHOULD OF SEEN IT BEFORE I APOLOGIZE LITTLE BROTHER
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