Poems from To be loved

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I am a young teen of course of fifteen and I love poetry, reading, drawing, singing, and computers.
Come sing with me,  Under the trees,  Where the birds sing,  And the leaves fall around,  while the branches cover the sun. Come sing with...
Oh some may call it a curseA life like mineBut othersA blessingIt certainly a lonely lifeBut a fulfilling one at bestIt's my cross to...
Black as nightCold as iceThe darknesscan consume any in sightBlind they areto sight and soundUntil they fall fromthe groundFrozen they...