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A poem for my little nephew | Poems by a tough girl
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Poems by a tough girl. Don't let them pull you down. Laquo; To my baby niece. A poem for my little nephew. I have a little nephew. What is he like? This little nephew of mine. Is a shining star in my eye. I have a little nephew. He likes to sneak in my room. To gaze at my collections. This little boy loves to climb on me. And use me as a jungle gym. I have a little nephew. He is the sweetest little boy I know. And I wouldn’t trade him for anything. My little nephew is named Tristan. And I love him dearly.
August | 2014 | Poems by a tough girl
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Poems by a tough girl. Don't let them pull you down. Archive for August, 2014. August 2, 2014. I want to run away. To a world where I’m appreciated and wanted. To a place where I don’t have to deal with this shit. To somewhere where she can’t find me. To a land where I don’t have to deal with stress or being yelled at. You are currently browsing the Poems by a tough girl. Blog archives for August, 2014. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
June | 2015 | Poems by a tough girl
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Poems by a tough girl. Don't let them pull you down. Archive for June, 2015. June 24, 2015. Sometimes I feel suffocated. Having a five year old over my shoulder. Trying to see what I’m doing. And not minding her own business. I want to scream. When she talks in that damn baby talk. And doesn’t talk like a five year old. I hate cleaning the bathroom. Not knowing if her dirty clothes in there. Are going to smell like pee or not. She’s five and still has accidents. Fully potty trained not.
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Poems by a tough girl. Don't let them pull you down. To A Great Daddy. November 6, 2009. Don’t know why. A hero to me. Tell me whether I can. October 30, 2009. You claim you love me. I know I love you. Can I believe you still? My heart aches because of you. Why did you do it? You claim you love me. You say you always will. That you’ll be my friend at least. Can I believe you still? I don’t know what the truth is. Said that you’ve never lied to me. You claim you love me. You have lied to me before. My hea...
Sometimes | Poems by a tough girl
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Poems by a tough girl. Don't let them pull you down. Laquo; Run away. He’s my shining star in the darkness. Sometimes I feel suffocated. Having a five year old over my shoulder. Trying to see what I’m doing. And not minding her own business. I want to scream. When she talks in that damn baby talk. And doesn’t talk like a five year old. I hate cleaning the bathroom. Not knowing if her dirty clothes in there. Are going to smell like pee or not. She’s five and still has accidents. Fully potty trained not.
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A collection of my poems. I don't really like confronting situations or voicing out my feelings. I retreat to poetry to convey my thoughts and emotions and though I'm not the best of any poet, self expression is no sin. Comments on my poems are welcomed.-beloved.babe. View my complete profile. Sunday, October 03, 2004. The scrutiny of his eyes. Belies her insecured self. The words tt he utters. Like a symphony to the. Depths of her soul. The emblem of mystery. Makes her inch closer. She draws deeply and.
