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Peyton Webb Poems
Cold, in a warm in embrace Feels Like he's fallen from grace Asking why does this happen to us Suddenly they give into the lust.
My Best Friend
I want to make you happy Though I know I never will I try to always please you To keep this sacred seal.
I Hate You
I hate the way you look at me I hate how your always right I hate the way you see me Mostly in the best of light.
A Beauty and the Beast
Pray for the weak & Pray for my soul When Darkness comes the horrors unfold A Girl howls to see the light The Beast wins the girls last fight.
Someone's watching everywhere Stalking from place to place The eyes that always follow Since I fell from grace.
Comments about Peyton Webb
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Cold, in a warm in embrace
Feels Like he's fallen from grace
Asking why does this happen to us
Suddenly they give into the lust.
He tries to fight
but it feels so right
He wants to scream
but his voice is locked up tight.
As he hears the bell toll
He feels like he's lost contol.