Kelly Voaden 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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