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I have always love to write poetry since I was very young. Mostly what I write is from my life experiences. I just need to express my feelings. |
Oh what do I do with this burning desire
Needing you to cool this burning fire...
There was no way I could have known
For you left us so long ago...
The grandfather clock sings its midnight chimes
A yearning for you burns deep in my soul...
Born with Cherokee blood running through my veins
The percentage my not be much but it still remains...
Born with Cherokee blood running through my veins
The percentage my not be much but it still remains...
The grandfather clock sings its midnight chimes
A yearning for you burns deep in my soul...
Every Christmas without fail
Peanut butter fudge in a pail...
There was no way I could have known
For you left us so long ago...
For years you promised you'd quit
But you continued to keep a cigarette lit...