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She’s the perfect girl Beautiful, Smart, and Kind Can get pretty irresistible at times I just need some time To pray to the lord To make this soul so divine I’m bored at home
My Angel She’s the perfect woman I just need some time To pray to the lord To make this soul so divine
Love is everywhere It hides in coffee cups Stained with two lipstick colors Stows away in the trunk During car rides home Creeps up to your ear
Now
Every birthday of the past, held anticipation of simply being an older age  Day by day wondering of the woman I would grow up to be  I grow by the second knowing that the now brings out the best in me
She laid snugly in her bed as if she had nothing to do. She peered out her glass window
Loving is listening-  every way you move converts my eyes to indescribable glistening.  You never take for granted or advantage of the effort, when life gets tough, you are always there as my comfort.
Open your door, and walk outside.The cool breeze running it's oxygenized fingers through my strong blonde hair.There's no need for negativity at a time like this.
we never realize how quickly everything can change  we can think we have it all and its taken away in the blink of an eye   volleyball  kept my world together i jumped up
To me, family is everything. If it wasn't for them, I would have accomplished not one thing; such as getting through Chem.   Or handling tough situations, when I didn't know what to do.
To me, family is everything. If it wasn't for them, I would have accomplished not one thing; such as getting through Chem.   Or handling tough situations, when I didn't know what to do.
My mother is a tree The center of nature a gift from the creator she radiated oxygen through her lungs her photosynthesis produced a life she was so breath taking.
Sometimes I wonder If this daydream will ever end Will I ever wake up from this endless nightmare Will the torture cease to haunt me And wake me in my sleep   A life spent in a dream
Leafs leave in the winter and return in the spring. Like how the elderly pass and babies are born. we laugh, live, and learn. boys and girls play, clothes are torn. Then we feel a lovers burn
I smell the burning image of heartsThis day I watch everyone walkA line, into perfection of solitudeI never knew feelings of Ice and Tea
My past is just that - my past.  I have moved on  at last.  I cannot forget.  I want to forgive.  My past is just that - my past.      The present 
She caught me when I fell. She saved me from my own hell. She carried me when I couldn't walk; She gave me light when I saw only dark.   Behind her back I would see wings;
I bleed the riddles within the lines,  within the stanzas   So much so that I need the words of nourishment  to give me lively breaths  and keep the muscle in my chest movin  
The National Musuem of African Art is filled with beautiful art from historical moments in time and indigenous native tribes but one vase in-particular caught my eye an elegant piece of tribal art
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