Rodney R. Cooper Poems

I always seem to wear my heart on my slive.
I ware a jackite to try and cover it but it still shows.
Beating loud and powerful. In hopes to one day share this heart.
Giveing it away would be easy. But giveing it to someone I trust
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She's not like other girls she's different like a rainbow.
All diffrent colors comeing together to make one buetyfiul
thing that doesn't come to offten. Girls like her come like an
eclips. But when it does you can't help but want it, can't stoplooking,
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If I seem careless, it's because I don't care anymore.
If I seem hurtful it's because I'm hurting.
If I seem heartless it's because my heart died with her.
Hurt people so they...so what do the happy do, do they make others happy?
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Shoulda woulda coulda ask her to dance

Shoulda woulda coulda told her how I felt
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