Lindsay Marie Cheslock Poems

We grow up and try to be different.
We try to give a meaning to our name.
We live to only find out in time were all the same in the end.
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This table for one is unbearable and where I am found,
by myself, all alone,
there`s nothing to do except stare into the ground.
Waiting for my date that said someday he`d be there,
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Hold on to the purity
that is brought upon
by the presence of what`s special to you,
always knowing it will be there,
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Things for me always seem to go bad,
it feels like forever I`ll be sad.
But I must comprehend that all this will make me strong,
helping to create a place deep inside for me to belong.
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Ladies and Gents,
Hobbo`s and tramps,
Bow legged mosquitoes,
and cross eyed ants.....
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Finally for once I can say for me I am.

Me, I am who I will become,

Me, I am for no one else except myself!

For Me, I am selfish to accomplish!
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Prescious as the morning dew on its sleepy grass.
Like the songs of solidarity birds and their chirps.
The early bright warm sun is the reflection of my soul,
Early morning to be whom,
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Anger twisted your significant devotion,
burning an infernal path that illuminates your conceited way.
Discouraging the real path that you once wanted to take.
Sacraficed time for despair,
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Love sometimes creates pain that damages future feelings,
Love can change an individual soul helping them through the process of healing.
Love devotes dedication to trust,
Love sometimes produces involuntary lust.
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