Biography of DeAire Taylor
My name is DeAire Taylor. I am a 16 year old boy born in Ohio, and I absolutely love poetry. I write about 3 poems a day. I mostly just write whatever comes to my head and try to make a poem about it. I'm really interested in poetry. It's not just a hobby for me. It's a way of life. I laugh, cry, sometimes even dream of poetry. I wanna be just like all of the other great poets in history. I know I'm not the best but I believe that with a little advice, I will become better by the day. I hope you love my poems. ^_^
DeAire Taylor Poems
Another Love Story
If our love was a rose it would be beautiful courageous and strong like my heart that beats for you Our love is like a romeo and juliet story But just like our love for each other We will never die at least not alone
Why Do You Hurt Me?
Its a shame Every day you come to me after you and your boyfriend had a fight You always ask me Why does he do this to me?
Missing A Heart Missing A Love Missing Y...
I'm missing a heart because it was taken the day that you left this world Missing the way your hair twirled into curls Missing the laugh you had because it made me smile Also the way you missed me cause we ain't talked in a while
My Final Bow
As I open my eyes for the last time I think of you and us And what we used to be We were once together We went from a small fling to a big love connection
Broken Pieces Of A Smile
Now you left me for a girl And made my world turn in a whirl When I think of you I start to hate myself Because now you're like a drug
Black Or White?
Black or white? Why should it matter? Why should you judge me on my skin and not my character? Because I'm darker than you, should I really be last?
Out Of My Life
You better back away from me All of the things that you did to me Are unspeakable Inexcusable
It's been a year Since the murder One year Since I lost you
Broken Dreams And Broken Hearts
What are you doing? Why are you like this? You love me one second and hate me the next You hug me then push me away
Where is your hand? Where is your heart? The memories of me holding you are still in my head Every beat in my heart represents the times we said 'I Love You'
Where I Come From
Where I've been is not a happy one I've been called many names before Bisexual, Negro, ignorant, ugly, two-faced, crazy Well, let me ask you something
Sweet Memories Of A Heartbeat
It's been four years since I last saw you The last day I was in Lebanon We were the coolest kids on the block You were the ice while I was the fire
I have to wake up So I can see your eyes So you can hold me in your arms I can't take a breath without you
What should I do? Should I tell you that I had a nightmare about you that came true? The nightmare that's been on my mind ever since you passed away? I stood there in the hospital while you were on the bed breathing your last breath
Where is your hand?
Where is your heart?
The memories of me holding you are still in my head
Every beat in my heart represents the times we said 'I Love You'
At sunrise, we held hands and walked through the Forest of Hate, for there were alot of people that didn't like us together as one
In the moonlight, we danced the night away slowly as if it were our last
I was the bad romance to your love game
I was your guardian angel because I protected you from bullies of another race
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