| Friday, September 18th, 09 |


AwakenI don't want to wait any longer I don't want to put it off another day I just want to find the love I was given I just want to Praise You today I have lived too long without You And I think it is time for me to wake Please forgive me, for I have had my wretched ways I don't want to live any longer without You For You I will give everything Oh Lord, I pray to God in Heaven Please help me change my ways.Awaken


YouIt's You on my mind You in my heart You're the light of my life The Creator of it all You gave me Love Taught me Faith Guided my right Rid of my wrong I'm sorry it took so long But I have finally found you Finally found the truth For You I live For You, my Lord, I love.You


BoyOh the deed is done The boy has stolen my heart Can't seem to get him off my mind I think I'm falling.Boy
Laying in bed Talking to him over the phone Listening to his music he gave me Heart beating a little faster When he worries about my cough
Could possibly be going crazy Could maybe be insane Or just love That silly love has taken hold of me


CreationShe waited by the phone For him to call Little did she know She meant nothing to him at all So she sits and waits Without food nor water Dedicating her life To a boy who wont bother She plays it over in her head Trying to figure out What she did Knowing she couldn't handle much more She wrote her last letter And slid it through the door.Creation
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"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
-- Robert Frost
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"In my wildest dream,
I saw the world in a patch flowers;
Godlike figures were subtly dancing,
Among the herds of kings and queens;
And as the dream took real,
in a progressive fantasy,
A new world spawned, in a different color."
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"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
-- Robert Frost
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"In my wildest dream,
I saw the world in a patch flowers;
Godlike figures were subtly dancing,
Among the herds of kings and queens;
And as the dream took real,
in a progressive fantasy,
A new world spawned, in a different color."
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"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
-- Robert Frost
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Visit the blog
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"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
-- Robert Frost
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