Bree Balzly

Slithering the silly snake
The snake slithered all through the house
Out the back door and into the garden
Like a sneaky fox
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Red roses are like blood
Black roses are like death
Pink roses are like love
White roses are pure
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The blooming of a new love
The beginning of a new future
A brighter future
I owe thus to one man
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your smile
so sweet
so joyous
that tiny smile
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It is not to late
I see you hiding in my shadow
Wondering if it is to late to save me
It is not to late
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Behind these eyes
You can not see
For what I seek
For what I hide
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Flaws
Everyone has them
Some have more than others
They are not laws
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As you walk away i am sad
I am sad because i will miss you
You will not be gone for long
I know this
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Before I would flinch at your screams
Crawl right back to you hopeing you would take me back
Look at me
Now I do not flinch
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The need radiating at every hour
The constant want for an explanation
Even after you have left me
I still question who you were
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