Shelby Kaitlin Taylor
Biography of Shelby Kaitlin Taylor
I am 16 years old and i love poetry! ! its they way i express my thoughts my feelings my beliefs. its away to get away from everything and everyone.
Shelby Kaitlin Taylor's Works:
none but im hoping one day i will finish the meany i have started! ! !
Shelby Kaitlin Taylor Poems
Life is like a balloon You never know when its going to pop It could pop any time You think to yourself
A New Friend
i meet a new friend today he lives far away he gives me helpful hints like maybe writing about tents
There is no foot to small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world! Serenity grace she danced To the heavens and left footprints on our heart! The joy she gave is too much to explain! A babys is loved from the first sound of the babys heart beat! A lost angel sent up to the golden gates and is looking down on all of us waiting for our arrival!
the wind swirls round and round the flowers dance watch them sway like a ballarena
i cry myself to sleep at night for he has gone away the skys are no longer blue for they are now gray
the birds flying high in the sky the new born rabbits asleep by mothers side the flowers blooming so pretty the red the blues purple and white
The Perfect Boy
theirs a boy here in town who says he loves me he's perfect in every way from the hazel eyes to brown hair
daddy do you understand who i am do you relize im not going to be like the other two im sorry if im not the person you want me to be
parent hood who said it would be easy who said it wouldnt be hard that child depends on you
love do you have to be a certain age to be in love love is much more than a thing parents tell you
i will admit im afraid of death its not that im scared of death itself its i dont want to leave my family they've been though alot
Life's journey It never ends! it keeps going like the flow of a stream taking ever turn some with care other turns are rocky
my father is the world to me i know if i need him hes there he would go to the end of the world for me
mothers their over pretected they dont let you do many things its like being trapped in a dark room
the wind swirls round and round
the flowers dance
watch them sway
like a ballarena
their pettles sparkle in the sun shine
the dancing flowers welcome the spring
but when the days over they dance no
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