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Your eyes follow my every step,
Making sure I'm okay,
Keeping me safe through danger,
Sheilfing me when I am weak,
Thank you God,
For watching ov..
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Up high in the sky,
Smiling down on me,
Like a puff of smoke,
Billowing high,
Encircling me,
From head to toe,
Clouds,
Up high in the sky.
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Why do we putcertain words together,
Like pretty and good,
They are nothing alike,
Yet they make sense,
Words,
Poetic,
Confusing.
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Some call it rude,
Others think I'm sad,
When I don't talk,
They find it boring,
But that's just me,
I'm a quiet person,
Shy.
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For Ricky when we were together
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I love to play drums and they make me feel this way
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another poem for Ricky
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written for my ex-boyfriend Ricky
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I love the light!
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