A parent is shunned by a child
That is a loss to put it mild
For the parent the suffering remains
Like water down drains
Living with pain
For the parent the pain will remain
The parents have done nothing wrong
The child feels very strong
Decades of giving and loving
To the child this means nothing
All the parents ask for is love
that has gone out the window like a dove.
A parent’s fear
Is not having his children near
At night sheading a tear
Year after year
Not sharing in the child’s joy
Because the child gets annoyed
The parents live on the sideline
for the child the parents will never shine
(Dedicated to my Daughter, with endless love)
©™ AC the Poet
The power of attraction is like the power of motion,
impossible to stop if in the ocean.
The laws of attraction r like gravity,
Attracting u straight to me!!
N this I guarantee, it's been guaranteed,
That your the only gal for me!!
It's so easy to see, n I know you'll have to agree,
That your the only gal for me!!
From now til the end of eternity!!
It b no mystery y she was attracted 2me,
I'm extremely powerful n intelligence b
Leaking n flowing right outta me,
like utterly right outta me,
N I come with a guarantee,
That I will make you happy!!
Now don't go getting sappy,
sheading all those happy tears,
That will Flo for many years!!
Happiness Sheading
Many things remind me of the royal wedding;
Some of those there this had been dreading;
It had meant,
Historical event;
Others with delight happiness were sheading.
Jim Horn
i love the united states where not full of fakes!the land of the free,the brave and the strong cant you hear gods angels sing our song!i will fight for my country again and again homeland sercurity my faithful friends!the agents are taking satan minions down bam!stand up with us show us your guts,we need plenty of wemen and men to take satan down without sheading a frown!homeland we protect the world if the people only knew they would see the god fearing american we truely be!
How can you say i dont have tears?
I cry every night sheading my fears.
One more thing gone in my life.
I start to scream as my hand reaches for the knife.
Im sick of this world,
Im sick of this place.
I wish i could get away,
and put on a happy face.
Blood rushes down,
It dries and turns brown.
No one's here to save me,
as i fall apon the ground.
you can hate me if you want to, but you're wasting your time.
my progress is infinant
so my failur is in your intrest
not mine
i dont have time to dream.
my life is main stream
my potential is influantual to every one around me
cant you see i were and what you want to be.
my mine is a maze my future is in a daze its is
vauge as vauge yes,
an unclear pictur
but my aim stays the same
not sheading a tear over coming any and every fear.
my false insurcurity is my only impurity
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