Anne Hair Poems

How can two hearts so intwined
Be so out of time
I see the look upon his face is it love or distaste
For me, For us, For everything that we can be or ever will be
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Your the one that I want
Your the one that I need
You'll never stop meaning the world to me
You fill up the room wherever you go
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He'll never buy me flowers, or sweep me off my feet.
He'll call maybe once a day, and I'll see him once a week.
It's about the things that I don't see, the changes he makes for me.
At least that's what I tell myself, to keep me on my seat
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When you see evil do you wave it away, no you invite it in, give it a seat at the table.Fill your glasses with the blood from the babies cradle, that you enabled. How many agree, how many have to plea to set them free.But still evil has a seat at the table. Dirty dishes sacked high like the missiles in the sky. A million mother's weeps, do not keep you from your sleep. The company you keep is the wolf among the sheep. And still you enable make them able. I condemn it all, may your house fall. Your dirty dishes are seen by us all
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