Nicholas Wayde Turner
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Nicholas Wayde Turner Poems
Stand Up For Yourself
He's always looking for something to complain about. I'm sick of being in this drought.
Drama here and drama there Why can’t I get away from here? You asked me once But I couldn’t hear
You and I have had our share of ups and downs The Loop de loops of worry and doubt never stop when we’re apart But when our paths cross I see nothing but love in your heart I lay in bed thinking “how long is his love going to last”
All I Need Is You
I needed someone to talk to. And you came swooping in to my rescue.
Perfect you! Perfect love!
The Love of Two Men
How do you know when you’re in love? Just prey to your God up above It isn’t as hard as it seems Don’t listen to everyone else’s schemes
Clean Clean Clean
You gripped and complained for no reason at all. I think it's because you weren't very tall.
Everything in me says 'Stop' but the fear in me says keep yourself alive. Ever since I can remember, I've been terrified of messing up.
I hid from the world hoping to keep the secrete. But I didn't know how to do it. Things were getting out of control. Spinning and spinning until I no longer knew the truth.
Dead Cell Phone
That pesky phone. You should of left a message after the tone.
They took our life and tore it apart Before they knew we had it all They are living their lives While you and I are still lost in a sea of tears
Please wait and listen to what I have to say You are the one I want to marry You are the one I want next to me when things get tough Before I meat you I could conquer the world alone
The Real Thing
My heart hurts more than ever Because of all the terror We didn’t do anything wrong We were just being strong
We are both drained trying to keep what we once had. It's starting to become a job and that's too bad.
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Stand Up For Yourself
He's always looking for something to complain about.
I'm sick of being in this drought.
His negativity is really starting to get to me.
Because of all the chaos he earned a 'D'.
I'm sick of all the lies.
Why don't we just break ties.
I'm starting to think that it's getting a little too hard.
I think we are better off sending a Christmas card.
I'm at that point where I want to explore new thing.
Why don't we just try bing.
I love my family as much as you love me.
Why don't we invite them over for a cup of ...