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These poems that I write,
Are my infirrior thoughts,
These poems that I do dream at night,
sad and happy,
maby even fright,
These thoughts I will not fight,
Untill the dawn comes into sight,
So lonly.

These are the pictures that I draw,
Things that I have seen,
Things that I have saw,
Good or bad,
But alwayse a flaw,
that remindes me of things so lonly,
So moarnfull.

All these things I do read,
remindes me of moarnfullness,
I do plead,
That you take me far away,
and I re-grow with a seed,
into somthing new,
So un-true.

All these thngs that I do,
so complecated and random,
all lead to somthing new,
The thought of something lonly and moarnfull,
go away when I say "I love you,"
Finaly happy.

By,
Akirerocks