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Veronica Litvin Poems
I dont want to be that woman that woman who falls asleep on the bus with her children after a long day that will never seem to end I dont want to be that woman with the over sized tee shirt, tight jeans and sneakers, going back to her small apartment, that is clothed with a futon and microwave.
A State of Confusion
She'll pretend to hate you Pretend it didnt matter She'll be grateful you left But dont believe her when she gets louder
A little Angel Misunderstood by the troubles of life Her soul was taken, riped up, and thrown all over the walls of hell
My lyrical word is twisted My eyes can see the mystic My head is in space My heart is in place
I am a princess, Yes I am. But without the queen I feel very bland. I sit and I wait, praying for her to come. This princess here is starting to feel dumb.
She can have any man she wants But she chooses the one that is hard with his hands and quick with his tongue She can make her dreams come true But chooses to keep them safe under her pillow
She can pretend Pretend to love you Give you a look that you want Touch you the way you please
Never let them see you cry Appear strong when you are weak Distract them with your charm and smile They will never question you
Comments about Veronica Litvin
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
I dont want to be that woman
that woman who falls asleep on the bus with her children after a long day that will never seem to end
I dont want to be that woman with the over sized tee shirt, tight jeans and sneakers, going back to her small apartment, that is clothed with a futon and microwave.
That woman who doesnt have time to put her make-up on
That woman who cannot afford dinner
That woman whose children are all from different men
That woman who looses the fire in her eyes
I dont want to be, that woman.