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Kalon R Jun 2012
How does she do it.
The Teen mom how does she do it?
Is it her family or is it her child?
Or is it for herself?
Is it for pity or is it for wealth?
No! It couldnt be either
She takes far too much criticism
It couldn't all be worth it
But maybe it is
Or Maybe she just loves her child
Yeah that's it, it has to be it
The four lettered savior, Love
Kalon R Jun 2012
The torment and agony of not being with you  
the joyous pleasures you put my heart through
Separation will make us grow farther
Our love under scrutiny like a martyr
Loving you at the speed of light
You always take my heart on a flight 
The wondrous beauty of you
The wondrous beauty of two 
Two is stronger than one, 
but we stand as one
Meet me on a hilltop
high above civilization 
So God can admire You,
his wonderful creation
About me and my highschool love going our separate ways
Kalon R Jun 2012
Was on a peak,
Now we are going downhill.
Thinking about ******* around,
Just to see how hurt you would feel 
We were in the heavens,
now we  are in the ground
And I'm still the one feeling like a clown
I put you on a throne and gave you a crown
Worshipped your every move 
I even gave you Cinderella's shoe
Now I'm just sitting here like a fool
Where do we stand? I have no clue
Kalon R Jun 2012
This ocean breeze
Lightly slapping my face
The palm trees 
Standing tall swaying in its place
Oh Florida, how romantic you are
With your view of perfection 
Every one here has a connection
Only because you have brought us here
Oh Florida, how bipolar you are
Day time you are hotter than hell
Night time you hit me with cupids spell
Down here, seeking love
Take my heart on a flight like a magic rug
You really are a lifetime of memories
Only thing is I want a love to share it with me
Kalon R Jun 2012
The wind howling a beautiful noise
The smell reminding me of Christmas
The sky looking broken
One part blue, one part scarlet
A glance down all you see is green
Trees standing together o so militant
Firing shots of oxygen...123
Now everyone breathe
What a breath, in the fresh air
Look to your left its clear
Look to your right it's a dead deer
Ooooo the contrast on the open road
Red stains on this golden road

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