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I ll write out the alphabet on your chest.
I ll write my name across your lips with a kiss.
I ll find comfort in the depths of your eyes.
I ll run ..
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I am a thread in a tapestry of colors.
I am a foot print in the sand.
I am the voice of a million
fighting strong and true
to say the things that ..
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As I write this,
I fear greatly that fear will shut me down,
that it will keep me from continuing this poem.
Made to fear at a young age, I didn'..
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Standing the middle of a storm, feeling the rain on my skin, tasting it on my lips, it is pure and true, taking in the violent screams of the wind all..
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I would fight a war for you, write your name out in the sand, create a sympany for you, be your candle in your moment of darkness, and if this moment ..
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Ivory skin,
Soft pink lips,
Eyes like a tropical storm.
The writing angel sings to me, ever so sweetly.
Her wings are made of all the kindness i..
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In school they call her a s**t.
Because shehad sexwith the football star.
He was out of her league.
He was High School's leading man, and she was j..
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In a corner all alone,she cries, she feels as if the darkness outside is eating her alive, as shadows creep her way.She feels like screaming but can n..
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Her mind is a chess board,
except she can't remember the steps.
Her mind is a labrinth,
shes moving in all directions,
but she can't remember wh..
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A girl, mascara cascading down her cheeks,
big eyes reflect the gentle soul inside.
She cries alone in her tower of broken dreams.
Her emotions are..
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