ive been writing poems since i was about 10 years old and its become a hobbie of mine ever since i wrote my first poem. most of my poems are about love death and break ups but there are a few of them that are kind of randum and some that are kind of mythilogical but they are all really cool if you ask me. my other hobbies are playing football which i played for my high school football team for 7 ... more »
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trudy gordon Poems
math is like sex
add the bed subtract the clothes divide the legs and pray to god you don't multiply
can i keep you?
lives are for living, i live for you. dreams are for dreaming, i dream of you. hearts are for beating, mine beats for you angels are for keeping, can i keep you?
yo i dont know what to do life is so hard wid out u im not doin notin but stressin everythin bout life is so depressin
***3my big bro3***
i miss my bro as i think of him my anger begins to grow i didnt want him to die now all i do is cry
how simple my life is now you are here, how i cherish each breath, how i crave the light and laughter you have brought me. i have fallen in love without taking a step,
when i am bored i day dream im driving a ford and im back home on my football team
When ever there is a blood moon something inside me comes out Something you wouldn’t know anything about Something that has lied dormant for very long Something that is very big and very strong
My love is like an ocean It goes down so deep My love is like a rose Whose beauty you want to keep.
i was sittin out side one day thinking of how it was such a sunny day then it began to rain and i began to feel alot of pain
give me space
when i am around you, its like youre sufficating me sometimes i wish you would let me be i understand that you really like me but i dont like you and you are creepy
i dream of your touch while you are away, i dream of your smile all through the day, i remember the day, you came into my life,
when im with you
when I'm with you i am glad when I'm not i am sad when I'm with you i always smile when I'm not the smile goes away for a little while
you make my so angry i feel like you hate me i want you to die because you always make me cry
A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
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math is like sex
add the bed
subtract the clothes
divide the legs
and pray to god you don't multiply
trudy lynn gordon