My Aching Bones

Deep in my soul
all the way to my aching bones.
My love for you is just that strong.
The feeling reaches all the way down
to my aching bones.
It flows through my body
like blood through my veins;
all the way down to my aching bones.
To you my heart, soul and love belongs.
I am yours completely all the way down to
my aching bones.

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Every Flower Ain't got to be a Rose

Every flower ain’t got be a rose.

Every bird ain’t got to be a sparrow.

Every body of water ain’t got to be a ocean.

Every hill ain’t got be a mountain.

Every American ain’t got to be white.

For we are all created by one God.

And we are all part of His master plan.

That is why every flower ain’t got to be

a rose.

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Half

Yesterday I said goodbye to my better half.
Yesterday I said farewell to the only one that made me laugh.
My heart is no longer whole for it has been torn in half.
My one and only has past.
I spent half of my life loving her.
Now, I’ll spend the rest of my life missing her.
She completed me.
She made me whole.
Now I’ll forever be half.

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After

After the smoke clears
Bodies cover the ground.
After the bodies are bagged and tagged
Blood stains the sand.
After tears are shed from the eyes of the love ones these patriots left behind.
War still rages with many more patriots left to die.
After the war is finally over will justice truly be what we remember.
Or will death be this wars aftermath.

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Shall I Compare Thee to an Autumn Day

Shall I compare thee to an autumn day?
From the coolness of a breeze;
to the changing colors of the leaves.
Indeed you are more complex then either of these things.
Yet thou are just as beautiful as the season.
And as long as thou will allow me too
I shall love thee no matter what thou mood.
I just hope and pray thou allow me to love thee forever

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Ask About Me

If the day comes
where you don't see me
for awhile....
Ask about me?

If there comes a day
when I look depress
once again....
Ask about me?

If there comes a time
where I seem over joyed
you know what to do.....
Ask about me?

If you should see me
or not. Make me feel
like I matter.......
Ask about me?
Ask about me?

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Am I so Different

Just because I'm physically disabled am I so
different? When the sun shines on my face I
smile from its' warmth just like you. When
I feel sad inside I cry; just like you. I get
angry, I get happy and I even fall in love;
just like you. And since we have all these
things in common, except for one. Then that
must mean that I am not so different after all.

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Mother or Momma

A mother gives birth, but a momma raises a child.
A mother brags on how smart her child is.

A momma teaches a child how to live.
A mother gives her child a way.

A momma sets her child free.
A mother tells her child she loves him or her.

A momma shows her child that he or she is loved.
Now that you know the difference which one are you; a mother or a momma?

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Big Girls Cry

There’s a song that lyrics say big girls don’t cry.
Well I’m here to tell they do.
They cry when we stare.
They cry when we whisper about them behind their back.
They most surely cry when we’re to blind to see pass their size,
and love them for who they are.
So yeah, the song’s lyrics may read big girls don’t cry.
But I’m here to tell you big girls cry.

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At a Mother's Feet

At a mother’s feet is where a child sits.
At a mother’s feet is where a child listens.
At a mother’s feet is where a child hears.
At a mother’s feet is where a child learns.
He ain’t going be no damn good he is just like his daddy.
A child sitting at his mother feet listens and hears those words.
And that child learns that he is unloved at his mother’s feet.

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