all these poems that i write has something to do with life or about my life and this is the way to deal with stuff at times....
You have to hold him up to see
The angel on the christmas tree.
And even though he's still too small
To know the meaning of it all.
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SOMETIMES I LOOK AT YOU AND ALL THAT I SEE AND THOSE LIGHT BLUE EYES LOOKING BACK AT ME.
I HOPE THAT YOU WOULD BE TRUE WITH ME IF WE EVER WENT OUT
LOVE IS A WEIRD THING TO FEEL, I KEEP ASKING MYSELF CAN THIS BE REAL
THE PAIN AND JOY THAT I FEEL TOWARDS YOU KEEPS ME ON MY TOES
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IS THIS LOVE THAT I FEEL
OR IS IT SOMETHING ELSE
WHEN I'M WEAK IN THE KNEES
IS THIS LOVE THAT I FEEL
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I love someone with all my heart
I would never want this person to hate
Things have been good and bad
But tonight things dont seem to be right
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