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LF Nov 2013
He sees me in the mirror
sigh and fidget with my hair,
rolls his eyes and laughs at me
" i dont know why you care".

He tells me that my smile
Could bring a grown man to his knees
That in all his years of searching ;
None had eyes like these .

He says he loves my tiny feet
And that im pretty when i cry ;
He says that im a stubburn *****;
But loves the reasons why.

He tells me that my laughter
Sounds like an angels song;
And every time he hears it
He wants to sing along .

"Stop fussin in the mirror,
I'll remind you every day ,
your perfectly imperfect
and that's how you should stay. "
Chérie Sep 2013
We love our mother, as we know she loves us too,
It was just our mother raising us, three girls,
Our father died when we were quite young,
She tried her best to raise us right and do good by us girls.
She's the best mom we could've ever asked for,
She's a very strong, yet stubburn woman,
She's my hero and I'm sure she's my sisters' hero too,
She's a very wonderful, kind, loving, and caring person.
She's everything we could ever ask for and much, much more,
She's not only our mother, but she's our friend as well,
We are very lucky to have her as our mother,
We're not ready to bid her farewell.
Please God, keep her with us for a while longer,
Because we are not ready to lose her,
We all still need her a great deal,
She is all we have left, except each other.
We still need her near, as any child would,
Even though we are adults now and have children of our own,
We will always need her no matter what,
She'll always be by our side, we never have to worry about being alone.
Remember we love you mom and we always will,
You made us who we are today,
We want to make you proud of us, as we are of you,
Don't give up on life yet, please say you'll stay.
I wrote this in October of 2008 after my mom had her third stroke within just a few years of each other.  We didn't know if she was even going to pull through or even be the same after her stroke, but my Mother's a fighter and I thank God everyday for keeping her in our lives. I love you, Mom.
Denxai Mcmillon May 2015
"all we gave each other is inspiration to write heart broken poetry"

Thats ******* *******
I have poems about
how much I love you
The depth of my happiness
And remember all my heartbroken poetry
Is because you made decisions that only ever hurt me.
You left me to be with your ex
You left me because love is too hard for you
You left me because you're too stubburn to ******* see how much I love you.
You hurt me so ******* much,
Yeah I've written some bitter poetry.
but if we refer back
to something you said once more
"Sad poets only write sad poems because when they were happy they were too busy living."
So here we go again,
I'll drown my sorrows because of you and cry on the floor listening to the music you showed me.
And in the back of my mind
All I'll hear is
"*******, you miss me."
So goodbye,
I hope your loneliness will kiss you goodnight for me.

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