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Thomas Henderson Poems
The Rejects of the World
There are a lot of people that are different We are some of those people Some people are afraid of us People call us rejects or outsiders
Are you scared of me?
What are you scared of? Where are you going? Where are you going? I wonder what you are doing Are you scared of me?
The Dying Rose
The dark red rose wittles with pain until the rain washes it away
I wake up to your loving voice Saying that you love me to the darkest hour I say I love you more then you could ever know I go to school see you kiss another
Fear is Everywhere You look
Everyone has a fear They don’t even know where it comes from Fear is everywhere you don’t have to look There are fears that scare little kids
NEW Breath Of Life
I look has the sun rises to bring the end of a cold night The breeze of the morning sun wakes up the world But there are parts that don’t get touched by the sun The dark figures rest in the shadows
Broken Heart v2
I wake up to your birds of your voice; you say you love me to the darkest hour I say I love you to even more, I go to school, I see you kiss another on there lips of wine. The blood in me starts to boil to a steam. I get very angry with you, So go away and get out of my life I want to be alone with this broken heart I don’t want to see another soul. My broken heart beats real slowly like the beating of an Indian rain dance drum going slower and slower until it stops.
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The Rejects of the World
There are a lot of people that are different
We are some of those people
Some people are afraid of us
People call us rejects or outsiders
They are right we are rejects
The rejects of the world
What makes us so different
We don’t mind
Being a reject of the world
If you think about it
We all are different from one another
But we are in a dumb society that is so messed up
They say you go here or here
But some people they can not place
That is were the rejects of the world are
There is a lot of stuff that we hate
Were are just the rejects ...