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Tabatha Lillie Poem
I'm a girl of imperfection, that's just who i am.
Sometimes I give up doing things when i don't think i can.
I'm a horrible liar but i sometimes still try.
They say my give away is something in my eyes.
They tell me I'm to passive and that i need to stand my ground.
Yet when i become a brat(altered for site)....
nobody wants me around.
I am Sagatarious and as stubborn as can be.
I bet on number 9 cus false hopes tell me it's lucky.
My number never wins but i play it anyway.
The dreamer inside me is waiting for that day.
I use bad grammer and stumble on my words.
Sometimes i talk so quiet...it's hard to be heard.
Some friends call me pokey cus i move at my own pace.
I will get there eventually cus my life is not a race.
I'm a girl of imperfection...that's never gonna change.
Even when you know me, you'll still think i am strange.
Sometimes I'm frustrating and even annoy myself.
I take things for granted and I envy others wealth.
I love the smell of roses but i think Daisy's are the best.
Sometimes I eat the pettles and throw out all the rest.
I love to drive when theres more then just me.
Slug bug gets boring with just the car seat.
I have been known to snore when i sleep.
Bad dreams cause me to grind my teeth.
I was once told I was laughing hard in my sleep.
Still today i wish to remember that dream.
Forgotten forever like a stranger passing by.
The one that made me laugh without saying hi.
Occasionally im clumsey and I'm often being rushed.
Be careful with me...my feelings are easily crushed.
I'm modest about my feelings so you would probrably never know.
But if you lie, cheat, or steal from me their sure to one day show.
I consider myself a passive woman...never lookin for a fight.
I was raised to use my words to stand up for what is right.
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Copyright © Tabatha Lillie | Year Posted 2011
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Tabatha Lillie Poem
Just for a moment close your eyes,
Just for a moment listen to the sounds.
Just for a moment think of the the past,
Just for a moment imagine their rounds.
Try to remember as you celebrate the fourth,
all the meaning behind it and all it's worth.
Be thankful you see pretty colors in the sky,
and all you are listening to are fire works...
Copyright © Tabatha Lillie | Year Posted 2011
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Tabatha Lillie Poem
He stands Army strong in his big combat boots.
He's makin a name and defending his roots.
To set him off would be your regret.
An enemies name he won't forget.
Gentle with a woman and strong with his words.
He won't back down until he knows he's been heard.
For a good cause he stands firm and tall.
Loyal to his friends...he's the guy to call.
To him man...
Copyright © Tabatha Lillie | Year Posted 2011
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Tabatha Lillie Poem
I'm so angry with all my loved ones hurt.
They have careless words and sometimes cruel intentions.
They spread their pain like a disease,
From one to another...there it goes.
I wish I could stop it!
It grows heavier as it flows.
It's becomes to much for one to bare.
I'm learning to step back,
And trying not to care.
It hurts to give up on family and friends,
But sometimes walking away will keep us in the end.
I don't want to hear their vicious words and devious lies.
Back and forth they spat.
Trying to hurt one another.
It angers me to see so much hurt drip from their tongues.
Yet, they care not!
Copyright © Tabatha Lillie | Year Posted 2011
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