Stacy Co. Poems

His kiss was like the ocean, spraying my face;
His kiss was like sugar, only getting a taste.

His kiss filled me with passion, from the inside out,
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With fire, I burn,
With love, I yearn.
With air, I breathe,
With lies, I weave.
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They say that I'm pretty,
Couldn't imagine me any other way,
They say that I'm pretty,
I get more beautiful every day.
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You listen to me,
I don't have it easy and that's a fact.
People may think I'm little miss perfect,
That nothing could go wrong in my family;
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With only a single tear,
I sit here,
Wondering if he'll come back,
Wondering if I'll welcome him with open arms.
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As I lye here, thinking,
I can hear him drinking,
I'm hiding under my bed,
Wishing I were dead.
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We rely on technology,
How worthless are we?
When it comes to life,
Nothing's for free.
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What do you do,
When life's being taken from you?
How would you act,
If you knew that was a fact?
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