Curtis Mosby Poems

The vision of beauty stare at eye's that care.
To see what life is like inside of thee.
You are the reason for love poetry.
Written and unforgettable from place's so deep.
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The direction of guidance has lead us to the grave.
No more sunshine thier only these dark days.
Home left wothout father's, as mother's
put the house on thier backs.
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Miserable woman lonely and regretful.
Stare at her body with a dreadful look
This is your life know a beautiful child waiting to be born.
You thought he would be thier for you.
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Sunshine rain on an afternoon in my room.
I mourn my own death In solitude.
Abuise is thy heart as tears surrender from my eye's.
If these walls could talk they would never dry.
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Story of our live's.
uh..uh..uh....
Written so dry and from the heart of my eye's
Im still watered.
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Into piece's I find this life I have Live.
Under bridges and highways I travel.
Older than streets and roads they have
built over my tears.
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President thier ony one I know
On my knees I give the glory to him.
In our hearts we need to grow.
One man can't change the world.
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Sometime's thier death between life and love.
A grave obstacle that separated us from being blood.
We often always live in this seclusion.
When our minds sholud be our hearts.
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Here I am again sleepless under the moon in my
goan.
Only the sad love songs feel the room with the sweet sound
of a warm melody.
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War become's essential for peace is an under statement.
Between money and resources thier abundant of it needed.
So the question is who wants it more, and I answer my own question
by saying everyone.
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