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Feelings will make you walk on air And also put tingles in your toes They can make you feel warmth all over They can also make your heart glow Some feelings can cause you to act silly
"Deep inside my dungeon You are special - Melting my heartbeat."
Being special everyone says that is what they are everyone strives to be it but in the end they are all normal something that I strived for
Being special everyone says that is what they are everyone strives to be it but in the end they are all normal something that I strived for
You ever walk down the street, and find it empty? The sidewalks barren, with no one, nothing in sight. The lights are dim, as if knowing  today is nothing special.
I think the reason we cry when we are just that happy,  is because we are afraid to lose something,  that is so rare to find . . . or at least that's what I do with you. 
She feared her life more than she feared the world She hurt herself more than she was hurt from others What is love when no one even shows it? This time it was different...   He made her blush,
You were my world. You were the sun of my solar system. The music of my life. You mattered to me more than anything. And you still do.   Did you ever think about me? Did you ever dream about us?
Do you think this is what I wanted? Do you think I follow you so I can torment you? Do you think I'm happy? Do you think I am mad at you? Do you think I hate you?   I would never be mad at you.
she has the exterior of a blissful silhouette but an interior like a shattered vase. words slip through the crevices of her mind with slick, soft movements, creating waves within her mind, and hurricanes within her body. her eyes reflect the shini
SMOOTH IS AS SMOOTH DOES ========================== Dedicated to: The Classmate of Political Science II Fall 1996
                                         Guiding Children                                          By: Alesiya Walker   Encouraging children to seek thoughtfulness, And preparing their minds to stay captivated,
Who is that? The one who I see at the edge of my eye. One who shines from the crowd. Something is different about this person. This someone is an enigma.   Strange that I know this person,
The Mirror held a moving reflection without capture.   Vibrations in air that allowed ears to be full of rapture.   The sounds of her voice lying next to you.  
If there was ever one thing that I could never live without, I'd know exactly the object, without the slightest doubt.   Every day since I was born,
I came from a place, not too far away,  I grew up, always having, wanting, something to say I can't say what I think, I'm deprived of what I need,  I needed love, was it so hard to see?
People always ask me what my plans are What is my future, my college, my major, my career
Eyes are our passageways to see the world In one simple movement, eyes reveal a kingdom of color and life from a realm of darkness
She looks up His dancng eyes catch her smile   Others call them stupid Stupid to save their "love"   The altar is waiting For that kiss, first kiss   For they both know
If everything's possible, is it possible for me to b
Today is a very special day. Its special becasue it isn't. It had started at midnight. It had a sunrise: A farewell ceremony to the moon. And as dawn danced upon the Earth, the world began to awaken.
Freak by: Sophia vazquez They call me a freak Every word against me, my anger rises to the peak.
She’s special, unlike anything else in the world, not something but someone, a personality, one so interesting it goes beyond stars.   It may be incidental, but she simply made my head swirl,
Today I'm writing a poem.
My girls are beautiful Yes, more beautiful than just what they see in the mirror   My girls are special
So sweet and kind People may not see it, but I’m not completely blind…   You fill people with joy With your beautiful smile…
Sweet flower, oh so delicate Awaiting to bloom, within the first week of November To have something to give thanks for The beautiful flower that is to come
Through the crack in the wall, a streak of light spills on the ground.
I don't want devastating love  So forget Olivia Pope and her definition of love I want simple, genuine, unadulterated love I want  my love to not be complicated I want my love to be practical
There is something about you that keeps me going,
It's normal to have thoughts, ideas, questions. But is it normal to have an imagination? To let it wander so far into dreamlands that you'll wake up hours later not knowing where you are? Or what you're doing?
Blind, Oblivious, Bastards     I see you all, I hear you all, I know you all You do not see me, you do not hear me, you do not know me     You speak loud words of nothing
She carried me within her for nine long months
Is it a light at the end of my tunnel
  One of a Kind             Smug like a man             Crazy like a goat             Yet you reap my heart             A good friend            
Kylie, this is a poem all for you, you're the only one I want, I hope you feel that way too, want us to just count the months, today's your birthday, a day all for you,
Tell me you love me Take me by the hand Whisper sweet nothings Tell me stories of far off lands   Write me a story It can exciting or put me to sleep
It all started one day just an ordinary day the first time they got together the first of their new forever Their love was expressed as they got undressed Still just another ordinary day  
Do Not Support to Abortion I want to begin by saying that I am pro-life,
You're teaching me things every day. I learn more about you: The things you like, And the things you don't like. It's all very interesting. You're a very unique and special person to me.
Sitting on a park benchAn amazing vantage pointSeeing the world pass by Listening carefully to every noiseHear a mother and a child, a husband and wife
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You planned their form in the days of Creation, And You'll be with them 'til their final destination. You knit them together in the darkness of night. You made each part special; everything is right.  
Be Yourself There’s only one thing I can tell you, Sis— Be yourself. But be yourself in Christ. You are a temple, a glorious dwelling,
Sh*t you cant tell your teacher Yo teach I love you...no homo Professor im not professing my passions But rather Your actions
Life has Something, Something to fill it. This Something will fill it to the brim. It will also stretch life to the longest it can be, Without, of course, making it thin you see.  
I’m not perfectI’m not very smartI know I’m differentBut I don’t careBecause I want toChange the worldAnd I’m not goingTo stand aroundLike the restOf you pansiesWho are afraid
  Throughout my life I’ve met many people. Some are forgotten, some still cherished. And the rest I hold close for a lifetime. You’re someone…Special. The person I want to keep close at all times.
How many years has its been since you gave birth to yours truly? We've had our ups and downs, many times, but I've kept you in mind lovingly. I know that I haven't been the perfect child, but honestly
  At first glance, one might question, “Why bother keeping such a book?” I’ll tell you why- This book is special.   From its leather bound cage, That still holds the scent-
For you I would climb The highest mountain peak Swim the deepest ocean Your love I do seek.   For you I would cross The rivers most wide Walk the hottest desert sand
There is a certain blankness in your stare one that is so deep, and true It seems you're the only one who cares. I'd like to say you're diffrent, but you're beyond that hold me don't let me go hold me?
No matter how big, No matter how small, I will make a difference, That will touch the hearts of all. No such boundaries, Can tear me down Because I am me And I don’t frown.
When he was born, he was special. He learned things a different way. He seen the world through unique eyes. He spoke in the way he thought others spoke. Some seen him as stupid, but I seen him as unique.
Leather Bound with silver accents Marking its place with black satin It’s heavy with thought And strong with feelings
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