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Jenee Poindexter Poems
the birds are chirpinq. the winds are blowinq. the qrass and leaves are ever so qreen on this happy day. it feels like im in a dream. the nature around here seems to be so beautiful and quiet. you can even hear a pin drop.
teardrops teardrops on my face, who is the saddest of them all? the teardrops reply and say why nai you are. but why are you sad?
If you tell me you love me, Why did you leave me? You tried to protect me from heartbreak, But yet you gave me a broken heart.
they love me they love me so i really need to let them qo i dont know why
Quiero decir le agradezo cada uno que ha creido siempre en mi, Significa mucho a mi, Para ver, Quien cuida realmente para mi,
P.S. I love you
It's never too late to apologize No matter how much you hurt someone No matter what was said Remember this
confused. hurt. unhappy. these are the things that you make me feel.
i act the way i do as a cry out for help i neede my daddy back. Duane E. Nelson is his name. i mean sure i still have my mother. But it doesnt feel the same.
our memories are playing like a film wit...
is it love?
You be the one that makes me cry. You’re here when I need you. you’ll be the one that’s heaven sent. I made the choice to give my heart to you.
He is like a song. i just want to listen to him all day. i want to see him so bad. the last time i saw him was June of 07.
i wish thinqs were how they used to be when i was a little qirl. i was really younq back then. all i was worried about was my schoolwork and my daddy. i miss him a lot.
I love you always
'This is to my boyfriend, may we always be toqether' I loved you yesterday And the day before that too.
love really does hurt
I show my love for you as clear as can be, But yet do you love me? You say you do, But you hide the truth.
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the birds are chirpinq. the winds are blowinq.
the qrass and leaves are ever so qreen on this happy day.
it feels like im in a dream.
the nature around here seems to be so beautiful and quiet. you can even hear a pin drop.
chirpinqs of the many different kinds of birds sounds like a sonq of melody the melody matches their colors,
so briqht and lovely.