CRYSTAL B. SMITH Poems

My mother is one of my closest friends.
She knows everything and knows what is best for me.
She knows that I will always be there for her.
Through the drinking and the bloodest years and back.
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Once you make a friend you don't feel alone anymore.
You form a bond and you rely on each other.
A friend the one you can laugh, cry and act wild with.
A friend the one you can trust, you can tell your secrets and stories to.
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Have a very special day, for a very special person like you
A very special cake and gifts, for a party that you deserve
You are so special to many different people
But to me you are the same person I met a long time ago full of energy and can make me laugh at the dropp of a hat
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I hold your ashes in my hand, trying to remember what you look like.
The smell, your voice its so hard to say goodbye.
After almost 3 years have come and gone it seems like yesterday when you left.
Our hearts still so broken.
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To be alone...
Loneliness is my other half...
You learn alot about yourself...
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You are perfect, look at you?

From the stylish clothes to the way you have your hair.
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The Angels are among us living, breathing and watching
The Angels are among the people that we want to be
Is there an Angel in you?
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When and where do I stand with these feelings?

Where do I go from here?
Do you feel something when you look at me?
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Moments before a storm
Built up energy, waiting for the moment to erupt
Whirlwinds kick up dust
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When I wanted to cry you weren't there

When I wanted someone to talk to you weren't there
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