Roxanna Poems - Poems about Roxanna

...your smile is surely Why i wake up so early Seeing your eyes starring into mine Is better to me than seeing the sunshine Kissing you innocently in the early sunlight makes me feel like my da......

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...I bought your lies seen potential in you're eyes. Held your hand in mine loved the warmth in your smile...that should have been a sign. I fell to hard, to fast. loved to long, expected it t......

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..."Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear you are someone else I am still right here" My soul once on fire by your touch still burns right here. Only diffrence now is the pain once so......

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...Little did I know as I baked my afternoon cherry pie That I would spy a tiny little mouse lazying around the window seal He was tiny and gray peculiar I'd say. I watched his nose dart swiftly in s......

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...Currently watching a drunken man stumble on the cobblestone wondering why he is drunk and alone, wandering the streets he will roam... by: Roxanna Johnson for: 'What you will contest'......

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...The passing breeze whispers through my hair. The temperature slowly cools and leaves a chill in the air. I sit, feet dangling over this over pass and stare out at city lights. I love to watch ......

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...I have my suitcase and bag filled with cute clothes and a camera. I have a car full of my closest friends and a full tank of gas. It's time to hit the road and just drive all the way to Samara. ......

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...Tree contest 4/20/11 Roxanna Johnson "To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature." **** Branches sway in this warm season of early May. Hot......

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...The tarnishing pendent from her mother dangles freely from her pale neck. As she lies motionless on stained sheets. Her hair, messy lies piled around her head. Little pieces cling to her sweat tra......

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...I am bored with indecisiveness: I am bored with such a thing because it is what stalls and makes me wait. I am bored with such a thing because it puts me on hold and makes me impatient. ......

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...Name: Roxanna Johnson My salty texture run's down a bleak and remoarseful canvas. I have felt as if my only destiny is too be nothing but this. A lone travelor in times of grief. A delicate ......

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