lizzy Sydney Poems

Love is like a butterfly
never here nor there
high or low
not really watching where to go.
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Today will be a memory
yesterday is a memory drifting away
memories turn into tears,
tearing us apart.
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Children
Children are flowers
Always growing
Fast and slow
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A young man when he went away
only 18 on his last birthday
his mother begged and asked him to stay
but he said dutifully 'to my country my soul I must pay
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Britany Jean Spears
She’s the one everyone fears
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As I saunter
down on the rough, wet pebbles
and immerse my foot
in the soft blanketing water.
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The blue ones help
me when I’m tired
The red ones help
me when I’m down
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Why do we listen to society
When they only tell us lies
Why do we to think we look ugly
When we are perfect on the inside
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