Dark bold colour said to be rejected by others
One love and strong bond her soldiers guiding her border
Others of same father first to cast her a stone she doesn't bother
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Days are numbered
Should we be fine or sad?
Memories won't live for long
Only legacy talks forever
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Her sexiness is her intelligence, like an illiterate pen
Her curves like a zig zag line drawn from a straight point
Her emotions hard to form but easy cracked like an egg shell
Her tears like a dry river in winter 'oh yeah.
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Woke up and found myself in a world of my own
No shelter, father no mother no lover of my soul
No sand, bed, wood, iron or stones
No roses, money, silver, diamond or gold
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I go talk
You say I be lazy youth, you say make I go work
But you no allow me rest for east, west, south and even north
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What is seen is a picture,
Beautiful art and designs of creature;
Yet what is viewed are words,
Spoken out loud hand writing of the walls.
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If this is what love is then I have to go,
I thought about it lately and it's like killing six birds with one stone;
Pain and lies, like hot and cold'
Hurtful laughter's like stage one cancer and one can't even seem to know.
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I think the little blue pen has something to say.
Final decisions reached without consulting the brain,
'I'll see to that later' said and walked away;
Thereafter comes tears of regret accompanied with pain.
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Oh mother!
Holidays, you worked
Tough times, you loved
On rough roads, barefooted you walked
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Though times, our biggest obstacle
Influenced by critics of our emotions
Arrested and dumped in the bin of our truthful lies
It's just me and you, why do we lie?
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