A simple man who enjoys writing poetry, short stories, investigative journalism, and motivational speaking.
She says that she can't stand me when I tell he that I love her
she hates it when I say it that there is no one above her.
She says that she can't stand me whenever I choose to call her
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She rested in his arms and went to sleep
her halo crooked as she fell asleep
the Angels sang and danced upon her chest
her long hard day would give her comfort, rest.
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There is always this thing in the back of my head
that says I'd live better if I were just dead.
With nothing to live for and nothing to show
or shallow unhappiness that I've grown to know.
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What would you say
on that beautiful day
if love came
to take over your heart.
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