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You are such a sweet talker.
You are my best friend.
You are always putting a smile on my face.
You are funny, smart, kind, and sincere.
Never once have you brought this girl a tear.
You are always talking to me.
You are always telling me that you think I am pretty.
You are always making me laugh.
You are always making me blush.
Never once have I wanted you to hush.
You are always making me feel like I am one in a million.
You say that I am the most forgiving person.
You make me feel special.
You make me feel great.
Never once have I felt like meeting you was not fate.
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As I stared at him with sparkles in my eyes, he glanced back at me with a smile so
wide.
He started walking over to me; I started to blush so nervously.
He was five feet away and hollered hey.
Then he walked right past me, and gave a hug to a girl.
My heart was hurt, and my tummy began to swirl.
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Love is painful,
but it's also joyful.
Love is sour,
but it's also sweet.
Love is empty,
but it's also full.
Love is hell,
but it's also heaven.
Love is, but it's.
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Megan Mckinney Poem
There is Rose, which will not bloom.
There is a Song, which has no tune.
There is a Tree, which will not grow.
There is a Lamp, which has no glow.
There is something everywhere, which is different from all the rest.
It is unique, it is the best.
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What should I do when I don’t know what to
say?
How is my heart supposed to love if you hurt me every day?
I thought you were the one who loved me, for who I am,
but it seems every time I see you, you get me into some kind of
jam.
My heart fills with sadness, loneliness, and heartache,
and at times my head has to have itself a tiny little earthquake.
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Boys bring us trouble, heartache, and pain,
but they also love us so they can't really be blamed.
They act stupid, silly, and mean,
but every night they are in our dreams?
Someday I hope to be with a boy,
who is diffrent from all the rest.
One who is unique,
and better than the rest.
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Megan Mckinney Poem
To Whom It May Concern I feel so empty
inside,
my pain grows and grows but it’s so hard to
hide.
I feel like a rose with no thorn on my
stem,
my heart is so torn like a broken off tree
limb.
I cannot bare the sad songs that play on the radio
station,
so I change the channel and wait for the happy
sensation.
To Whom It May Concern ill over come my
sorrow,
and hope better things will happen tomorrow.
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Megan Mckinney Poem
Temptation to sleep is coming to me as I sit here writing poetry.
I try to ignore it but louder it calls,
and it is night beyond these walls.
I start to think about the warm sensation that my blanket will bring to me,
when I hop up in bed, lay down my head, and begin to dream so
peacefully.
I want to write more but I am half way asleep,
so at this time I am going to bed without saying a
peep.
Goodnight sweet poetry.
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Megan Mckinney Poem
I am running through the field, holding my sword and my shield.
Waiting for the battle to begin.
My mouth is dry, and my hair is being blowned by the wind.
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Megan Mckinney Poem
He is our savior.
He heald and he saved.
He died on the cross.
Then he awaked.
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