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N'a N'a Poems
Cinderella, why do you wish to be like anyone else? Your fine by yourself. People notice you because your different
The perfect boy
Black hair, Dark eyes, Sure to be my demise.
Killing My Dreams
Thinking about killing my dreams There’s no way they will come true I would have to waste my time going to a academe Bills are due
Nobody seems to care who they hurt. And what they say.
I’m walking down the street, Your not going to believe who I see, I don’t believe he would cheat, He is cheating on me.
When I'm by the waterfall
Sitting by the waterfall Counting all the fish as they go by Wondering why? Life is the way it is,
She's the girl no one knows, She never lets her feelings show. If anything went wrong she was to blame, When most of them don't even know her name.
Think of life as a thriller, Never knowing what’s going to happen, You could meet a killer, Going through life with your foot tappin.
Love Lost I’m falling in love, His name is Chad, Whenever he’s around your bound to see a dove,
I feel pain, I am hurt, My heart is under a lot of strain, Want to know what it is trying to alert?
Fear only holds you back
Let go of your fear Because it only holds you back And it interferes It may smell like a lilac
Don’t let the darkness obtain you, Try your best, Because once your engulfed your stuck like glue, Don’t get possessed.
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Cinderella, why do you wish to be like anyone else?
Your fine by yourself.
People notice you because your different
Cinderella, why do you wish to be pretty?
What you have is called inner beauty
I’m not giving you my pity
Cinderella, Why don’t you stand up to those snobs?
They are garbage compared to you
The people who rob
End up blue
Cinderella, Why don’t you take what’s yours?
And not just dust either
Stop doing those chores
Cinderella, Why don’t you go out?
Not as a maid but who you really are
Go a different route