To write the feel i feel inside.
The pain, the hurt, out loud i cry.
As I sit to think it straight, i pray the lord my soul to take.
Fool me once, fool me twice, they say that life is twice as nice.
I've been there and back i am.
The strong, the weak, the big, the thin.
All of them and back again.
Up, down, in, and out.
In love with you, have no doubt.
Salty, wet water I taste. All the bad memories i try to erase.The feel I feel iinside.
To you i beg, I plead, to you i cry.
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Author:
Teddiebear (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For my future husband. Jessy stapleton
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