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To the One
Who Cares and Loves So Much.
To the one
I know I'll always trust, best friend and foe, through it all I'll know...He's there. If ever a shoulder is needed
to cry on, I'll know he's the one I can lean on. Loves me for me and not what can be given, for all my sins he's forgiven.
Through the eyes of a failure he sees a saint. Forever on my heart his name shall I paint. Through thick and thin
we'll be tight til the end, my dear hero...I love you. This is true, i can say without a doubt, that i'm in love
with you. Some call it crazy, I call it fate, Whatever it is, the risk I'm willing to take. To fight for what's
right and do what's in need. For the visons I've preceived. He loves me for me and that's all that counts, My
love for him, delivered in various amounts. Through the good and the bad, the happy and sad, I'll love him. He's taken
upon my shattered spirit and made me whole again. Nothing in life will ever be the same. No more tears or worries for
me, because as you see, I love him. He's my shelter my rock, the reason I'm alive. The very same reason I've survived.
I love him..
©
Jessica Keeton
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Baggage Claim
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If my days were simple and few would you love me More
Now I bring a
little extra baggage (unclaimed) and you take a chance and open each ~carefully~ not meticulously examining
its contents
Taking a gamble that I might be worth ~All~ of the hard work which follows
I
stand at
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Joy McClure
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"Out of Place"
Though the sun may shine on my face, people
are good to me, and the world smiles upon me, I still feel out of place.
Like a bird in the sky my heart flies
high. High or far, longing to be anywhere but here.
Like the horse and the eagle, my mind and soul unite. Finally
deciding on what they want. They both long to be free.
The world can try all they want, but they can't take
me. I'm all ready who I want to be.
Though my feet stand here, my thoughts are always far from near.
At
least I know that someday I will fly With the eagle and the horse And not grow weary.
But for now, I must try
and be content In this bitter sweet world, feeling out of place, For I'm happy to have this warm sun to shine upon
my face.
© Abigail Joy


Dare you follow??
Do you have the courage??



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