SAINTA Poem by Amy Craig BeasleyI can be For you Whoever You want Me To Be I can be For them A name That they chase And all they Find Is an empty pile of clothes That clothed Me Once Fools Fooled So easily But your eyes Saw me Who I am All of me And no matter what I did I did not deceive You Once Not once did you Not know What I needed When all of the time I so cleverly tried to be For you The one You needed © 2012 Amy Craig BeasleyReviews
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1 Review Added on September 8, 2012 Last Updated on September 8, 2012 AuthorAmy Craig BeasleyGreenville, SCAbout....daughter - sister - auntie - niece -cousin - wife - mother - friend - - writer - teacher -artist - student - gardener - - cook .... one who listens who hears One who looks and sees .. more..Writing
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