I am 16 years old and have been working on my poems since I was 9. At this age I was put in my first foster home. Ever since then I have made my poems my Life. I have gone through hell and back. I know that I can survive
babe, do you want me?
will you die for thee?
will you love me right?
and hold onto me all night?
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Why does it hurt? Why does it scream?
At times it feels so good to live this dream
I love you I yell
Your body images just say hell
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Tears fill my eyes
Nothing can stop these crys
but these crys are not for me
these crys are for you
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u take away the pain
u are my umbrella in the rain
u keep me warm in the cold
as i have already told
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