Elizabeth Walker

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Yuck! Gross! I won't eat that
This food looks like a run over rat
It's green and gross, kind of icky,
It smells like a sewer and is really sticky
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The pace car is out leading the pack
slowly it moves around the track
the cars then speed up at a fast clip
no treads on these tires makes it easy to slip
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Forever and always, always and a day,
until every hair on my head turns grey.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
I hope you always know that baby I love you.
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My mind is full my empty heart so lost
Holding onto driftwood on the ocean being tossed
Cant focus during the day at night I cant get sleep
There was a time when my heart I let you keep
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Here in this moment peacefully you sleep,
So easily you doze no need to count sheep.
Eager and free, giddy and wild,
To be uninhibited having the carefree life of a child.
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Your love is indeed perfect, perfectly refined
such a love anyone would desire as I do for mine.
Closely I follow your lead hoping my life will turn around
yet I miss your footprints and stumble and fall down.
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Life is wonderful life is grand
especially when im holding your hand
no other feeling can compare to this
when your soft lips give me a kiss
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As the plane leaves the ground people dissappear
then over the intercom the captain's voice you'll hear
then you look out the windo and see the patchwork of the ground
as you get higher the clouds you have found
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Love unconditional love only for you
I’d give you everything even the moon
I’ll chase a cheetah or wrestle a bear
If it’s what you want I’ll do it without a care
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Sunrises gleaming with hope and sunsets calmly fading out of sight
Memories through pictures of wild crazy nights
Raindrops on the roof pitter patter like my bare feet on the wet ground
My baby running through the field her laughter is a glorious sound
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Feels like termites eating away at my life
Everyday I’m drifting further away
Would you even care if we said goodbye?
Love said so often no meaning behind the words
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Sweetness in every word spoken,
Emotion in every moment we're close,
I dont fear I'll get my heart broken.
You're gentle from your head down to your toes.
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You're in the other room, I left to avoid your stare
i gaze into your eyes yet all i do is touch your hair
i saw true joy as laughter escaped your lips,
i want to feel your skin run smooth under my fingertips
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The beams of light are streaming through
softly sweetly in my room
that light is soft and kind almost like no harm it can do
the moonlight dances across the lakes to make a lovely sight
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Here i sit thinking about the sorrows of life
herei am thinking about other's stirfe
each is screaming worry and myrth
they are scattered all over the earth
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Ten o'clock news there's your face again
wll that's not who i remember you bein'
bass thumpin playing basketball
but you took a drastic fall
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17.

Birds singing in the trees
They sing a song just for me
Outside my window way up high
Across the sky they now will fly
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In the dust abandoned and used,
she was left for dead harshly bruised.
Red handprints on her face,
this world's and awful place.
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Lost in confusion no sure where to go
don't know who to talk to can't go with the flow
this life is so frustrating pressures i can't ignore
when i think there's no other way God opens one more door
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Finger on the trigger ready to pull,
life has gone fast away from being full
It's all so meaningless why even pretend?
Leave my broken heart, I won't let it mend.
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Elizabeth Walker Biography

I have been in Hendersonville, TN almost all my life. I was raised by my mother and father, living with 2 younger brothers. My mother died at age 42, i was 16. I write to get out my emotional struggles, although some of the tamer ones were written in middles school. I have a lil girl and am married.)

The Best Poem Of Elizabeth Walker

School's Food

Yuck! Gross! I won't eat that
This food looks like a run over rat
It's green and gross, kind of icky,
It smells like a sewer and is really sticky
Nasty meat cooked half-way through
I think my face is turning blue
I think this bread is twelve years old.
The fries aren't cooked, they're still cold!

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