Jacqui Broad Biography

Never did I want to share my poetry.
To bare my soul and show pieces of me.
But I thought what's the use of writing then?
And so I've come to learn many a friend.
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What makes one good?
What makes one bad?
What makes one understood?
What makes one sad?
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Every night you question your poverty,
while rich people enjoy their frivolity.
To you life just doesn't seem fair,
you being left in ashes and despair.
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On the wings of your dove I want to fly.
On your shoulder I want to spill tears and cry.
In your loving arms I want to feel wrapped.
In your loving mind I won't feel entrapped.
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I gave you the most precious gift
a girl can give to any man...
I knew if I had troubles,
to you I could ran.
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