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Getasew Shumet Poems
She smiles my knees go weak. She laughs and my heart skips a beat. She talks and I listen. She looks at me how beautiful she looks.
It is my dream, To see my parents again, It is my dream to grown. And live to become the man they want me to be.
I see it this way. you can't see that can you. How will we see the real thing if we cant see eye to eye. Look again.
The pain is overwhelming She cries and cries The hole gets deeper and deeper She cries and cries
When I wake up in the morning I think to myself. Who am I? Getasew I say. I look in the mirror confused as if I have never seen myself before.
Who am I?
Who am I? I look in the mirror to find me in the reflection. But I am no where to be found. I have been told that I am a lot like my father.
She walks into the room. How happy i get. I say to myself. Happiness is here.
To work is to risk not succeeding. To hope is to risk disappointment. risks must be taken the greatest risk in life is to risk not working for what you want.
He yells you wounder why? You yell. To say goodbye
Soul mates. Dose everyone have one? If so do you have one? She is that someone that makes you smile.
What is perfect? That throw and catch for a touchdown. Or the pitch down the middle for a strike. Is being perfect an unobtainable dream.
What is love? How should I say it? who should I say it to? What dose it mean?
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She smiles my knees go weak.
She laughs and my heart skips a beat.
She talks and I listen.
She looks at me how beautiful she looks.
Her face, brighter than the sun.
Her touch tingles my sense.
Her kiss warm and soft.
How did I get her I ask myself.