lexi bowsman Poems

My rights were paid for in blood
Who died and said you could take them

My freedom was given to me when born
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To hard to choose
Without a second thought

Wanting you to decide
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How love goes is a mysterious thing
To some people it shows differently

It is there to fill a void
Or to hear the sound of a voice
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Here you prance
There I dance
We are in are own times
We are lost in are minds
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Why did you do this
He was mine
He loved me and not you
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Love is here
Love is there
Its the thing worth living for
Its the thing we all wait for
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Do you hear it
I hear it
It calms me
It makes me feel soothed
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I wish you could know
It is a terrible feeling
I can not believe it
I let you go
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A world of great measure
A World of great treasure

Full of wonder
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Such great color on these leaves
They flutter and kick
Can be small yet big
Brown or yellow
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