christina hodges Poems

</></>From the light of Earth,
The dark descends,
Should they return that all depends...
...when hands point up to moonlit skies,
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I scrub the wall of fingerprints,
Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-
Wish I could use a hose!
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'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
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Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Nothing means more
Than hearing you say
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Trust may seem like lost cause
Like everyone will do something that will hurt you
But just wrap your wounds in gauze
And trust again
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Boys are great!
Boys are neat!
Boys are special!
Boys are sweet!
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</>I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and brown.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth
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