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Helen Johnson Poem
Love don't paas me by because i'm sweet as honey freash as a
lily and i bloom just like a rose.
When you look into my eyes you can see the truth be told deep
within my soul.
Sweet love don't pass me by on this lonely night i cry.
I am as gentel as a feather i am as an angel who is always ther for
you to protect and comfort you,
i am as the sun that shines after a stormy day,
i am a rainbow of luck that'll make your days so swell.
Sweet love dont pass me by when i am here for you: rather you are rich
or poor, rather you are right or wrong ,rather you doubt me
or beleive me, just don't use me or abuse cause what I say is real and
true... true unto my heart and soul.
Sweet love don't pass me by on this lonely night i gaze into the moon and the
glisten stars that shines so bright in the mid-night sky
hoping and praying that this love we share just
don't pass me by.
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I'm blowing up the nation with no hesitation this poetic poem be flow-tatious, mind vibration,
body radiation, my destination is where them free spirits be.
See this here ain't new to me your anger animosity; I’m thinking of philosophy: these
images are in my mind because some brothers want control of me
Mentally physically even emotionally.
I take heed not bowing down to no man’s needs that walk the streets plotting on deceiving
me using or abusing me. He wants to captivate my mind but I'm were free spirits be to
speak my mind willingly as I please up in these streets where them fake stank playas be
talking mess like I’m gone quite:
Don't never try to under mind me my power or authority.
He study biology me its psychology when I study logically these brothers be in poverty
Messing up ill take your life and send you where your spirits be.
Truly I m speaking this where them free spirits be.
THE END
WRITTEN BY: Helen Rosa VonCille Johnson
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Do good things comes to those who wait or for those who wait get a slap in the
face. if those who stood by they lover side through good or bad times does one or
the other get left to hang. they say that love is a beautiful thing but if miss lead its a
ugly thing. if you have the keys to ones heart can you really unlock all the passion
that one has to offer you. if love can make you stronger do you think it could
destroy you and make you a person you didn't think you become. be carful to whom
you give your all to cause he or she could make or break you , build you up or tare
you down make you smile or make you frown, let you go and make you cry
destroying who you have become all because love hurts yet it build love is a difficult
thing yet it can be the easiest thing love is a gamble a give or take if you snooze
you could just win or loose.
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Helen Johnson Poem
MY heart is in need of love from you, from the one whom i love
and adore so much.
In the time that "I get i shall be by your side through the mid-night
storms till the day of bloom and growth.
Boy I love you so much that i cant let you go cause you'r all that
I am, you'r all that I have that fills that empty space in my heart with
a lot of love that I want to unravel
with you my king but yet my heart is in need of love from the one whom
I love and adore so much.
THE END
WRITTEN BY: Helen Rosa VonCille Johnson
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Morning has come the days are young my nights become
restless as my thoughts take control of every
movement I make in a vindictive way taking control of
every step that I make.
The pressure I feel has become overwhelming in my heart and
soul;Giving all that I have I keep fighting to take a stand
for my belief not dictating what would be at the end
of this path that I follow holding on strong to what
I feel is right.
Letting go of this vindictive in my heart keeping it warm instead of
cold as my mourning comes while my days are young as
my nights become restless as my thoughts takes
control of every movement i make in a vindictive way
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