My

a poem i wrote for my girlfriend

'my'
my best friend
my inspiration
my girlfriend
the one i love
the one i miss
the one i think about everyday
the one i will run around the world for.
my flower
my star
my sight
the person, the girl, the one i love
elise
i want to make you happy
i want to keep you warm when your cold
i want to see you everyday of my life
i love you soo much
and

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rose Peddle

'rose peddle'

as the rose flower is left on the table.

and is left in a vace of pure water.

as Jesus Christ was whiped, the rose would slowely shrivel up.

as they spat on Him the wrose peddles would fall one-by-one.

as the nails went inot Jesus hands and feet the sten broke and the thorns fell.

and when Jesus said 'it is finished'

the vace shatted and the pure water leacked into a small river.

and the rose was thrown away,

when Jesus rose again the rose was re-healed and the wace.

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the Cherry Blossoms

'the cherry blossoms'

swaying in the wind the cherry blossoms feel the nice eastern breeze giving them air too breathe, the tallest tree in the area is loved by a lovely young lady who visits the cherry blossms every day.

the sakura tree gave this lovely young lady a cherry blossom as the eastern breeze blows over the tree, flattered by the gift the lovely young lady went home and made a gift for the sakura tree.

the next day she brought the sakura tree a sipphire ring as a thank you gift the sakura tree was thankful to the lovely young lady. many years passed and the sakura tree was cut down and the lovely young lady was very sick and passed.

she was berried where the sakura tree use to stand.

on top of her tombstone was the saphire ring ingraved on the ring were 3 words

I Love You.

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Traceur's Freedom

a Traceur is someone who does parkour/ free running

'Traceur's Freedom'
as i prepare for the day
i put my shoes on,
as the adrenaline starts to pump
i get up and run,
run like i have never before,
the sence of freedom as i volt ove3r the reail and run up the
wall,
as the people around me shake their heads
i continue running ahead.
the obsticles become easier and easier as the fear starts to
leave
for life is to short for this fear
God has given us a spirit of passion
not fear,
so do not fear
for whatever you do
smile in the worst of times

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