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Samantha Gay Poem
With big, bold, beautiful eyes; she
reminded him of an angel. Her hair
didn't flow, it was short. Her body
wasn't perfect, but he didn't care. It
was her soul, her willingness to do
anything for anybody. She reminded
him of his love of art with all of her
fits of passion and romance, yet ahe
was not even his. Her lover and
companion was a cruel and selfish
man that had somehow caught this
heart of a treasure of a girl. He kept
thinking that they where ment to be.
This horrible creature of a man
would not do for her. The way he
treated her made his skin boil with a
lava like quality. He knew what he
needed to do, and he was thinking
of a way tp do it. He even had a
plan. Soon she would be his. That
beautiful angel. He cranks up his old
truck and heads home. " this plan
must work for my loves sake"
The End
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2013
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Samantha Gay Poem
He says he loves me
He says he does not
He said i love
when i did not
He said stay with me forever
I say ill stay with you never.
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2012
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Samantha Gay Poem
You know where i'm at
You know how i am
You know that i loved you
Yet you do not know why you said you loved me
My mind is wrapped in a series of questions and rumors
i don't really know what to do
Yet i know i should just leave you
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2012
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Samantha Gay Poem
Let me leave this world of curses,
broken hearts and dreams
Let me run till i have no breath,
and no pulse.
give me cold metal,
push it to my head and pull the trigger.
Give me a blade that'll
slice my heart out so i can no longer feel love.
Give me a lighter that'll
burn my skin
so that none look at me again.
Give me a needle
to stab myself over and over again.
Let me bleed till no blood is left in me
Don't try and stop me,
you know it wont work,
your damage has been done.
Just leave me to my own will.
I'll see you in hell.
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2012
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Samantha Gay Poem
Today, tomorrow,
Let's not forget about the day after
tomorrow,
What about the day a month from
now, or the day a year
from now...as days pass us by
without a second thought
we think of all the other days that
never do care about us.
You say a day is a year in a life time
but a year in a day in
a centurie.
Our days pass us by so fast why
should remeber your
favorite holi"day" or your birth"day".
Why do these days matter at all?
Because these are the days we live
in wonder,
Die in awe,
And strive in contimpment.
These are our days and noone elses
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2012
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Samantha Gay Poem
Go here
Or their
Or I could always go over there
No matter where I go there will be
choices that will cause me to feel
torn
Broken
And beaten`
Truthfully I am broken or torn my
body can only stretch so far before I
break, but no people are selfish and
they only thing that they want you
where they want you and nowhere
else...
To be honest sonetimes I wonder if
u could be every where at once, but?
In reality this could or never will
happen for me or someone who has
to pick everything they between two
or even three people. They know
how it is to say no to one. Person
to be with another its not a pleasant
thing but I guess someone has to
make a dession at one point in their
life if they want to or not...
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2012
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Samantha Gay Poem
A weekend at the beach full of fun and Sun.
You go out after the sun has said goodnight.
Walking along u can see the sand castles leaning over,
A pair of sunglasses reflecting in the moon's light
Holes in the sand where people once had there chairs.
I can feel energy still in the air.
Yes a day at the beach is nice, but at night is when the
Real fun excites.
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2014
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Samantha Gay Poem
With the trust
of a knife you
can end a life.
with the pull of
a trigger you become
a sinner
- Aaron Jerkins
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2012
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Samantha Gay Poem
Love comes
Love goes
Only you will ever know.
A life begins
A life ends
You'll know when its your time
Love comes
Love goes
And now you know that we all must go.
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2012
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Samantha Gay Poem
A weekend at the beach full of fun and Sun.
You go out after the sun has said goodnight.
Walking along u can see the sand castles leaning over,
A pair of sunglasses reflecting in the moon's light
Holes in the sand where people once had there chairs.
I can feel energy still in the air.
Yes a day at the beach is nice, but at night is when the
Real fun excites.
Copyright © Samantha Gay | Year Posted 2014
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