shaniqua parker Poems

In this lonely heart of mine, the blood that pumps through will neva be fine.
In these lonely eyes of mine, they only seem to tell lie's. But they neva seem to betray the heart that beats in me.
But when my heart betrays my eyes, my eyes betray my mind, and my mind betrays who i really am.
What can i do?
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How could i let these words flow, when thepain inside me continues 2 grow?
How can i tell the 1's i 1nce loved 2 stay, when im da 1 dat pushed dem away?
What does it take 2 release this Stress, when it pushes down on my chest?
What can i really do, when my heart is broken in 2?
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My he@rt doesn't lie. It m@y misle@d me @ times. But @ le@st it's mine.
My he@rt does cry. It crys out te@rs when my eyes have tried.
My he@rt h@s @lot of sc@rs. They @re designed 2 look like st@rs. They try 2 he@l undiscovered.
My he@rt scre@ms 4 success. But @lw@ys end up f@iling import@nt love test.
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The love i have is strong. It keeps holding on.
The heart i have is weak. So weak i tend 2 fall 2 my knees.
The smile i have is a trick. It keeps you thinkin bout the girls in those romance movie flicks.
The eyes i have dnt glow. cuz when my mom died she took my my soul
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I hear the figure approach me. But i dnt c it. I hear it say 2 me ' plz set me free'.
But the voice, i cant get rid of it. I try 2 run away from the voice. But than i notice the shadow. Can it b? Is it real?
I turn 2 c what cast the shadow but the figure moves w/ my beat. Maybe its juz the wind and the trees playing cruel tricks on me. But than i hear the voice again. it's in rage. It screams ' stop looking 4 me and juz set me free'.
So i say ' how can i set u free, when every1's locked down by proverty'.
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