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Anthony Lazaro Poem
I'm a chicano but my skin is light people speak on the unknown and say I'm white.
it doesn't matter to me cause for my blood ill fight so speak only on what you know.
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Anthony Lazaro Poem
Roses are red but mine is brown.
She makes me smile even when i want to frown.
better than some MJ she picks me up when im down.
ill love this girl for forever and now.
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Anthony Lazaro Poem
this is not mine. this is rascal flats poem. all music is a form of poetry. (; i love tis song i hope you enjoy it as well.
WHAT HURTS THE MOST
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m OK
But that’s not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it overI would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say (much to say)
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do, oh.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say (to say)
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do
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Anthony Lazaro Poem
rose park 6th street rollin with the homies 6 deep 4 dots in my skin quarter inch each scarin enemies make em lose the capability of speach been doin this so long what i desire is in reach drain you soul from your body like a leach
Copyright © Anthony Lazaro | Year Posted 2016
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