Category: baby
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Mine
I love to write poetry about you About the shape of your almond eyes The curve of your lips The length of your arms The strength of your hand when it grips mine I think of you often But I write about you all the time You are a bestseller in my mind Intelligent, capable……
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Journal Post: Honest Moment & Family Issues
I’m gonna keep it real. Recently, I have endured uphill battles that have changed me for the better… I think. For the rest of this month, in addition to poems I intend on giving you more blog posts about those experiences and the efforts I made to overcome them. Last week, my family had a…
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Because of Love
If I love you Then I love you There are no if, an’s or maybes You are forever my baby Your love cannot cage me But if I allow it to… It can change me I’m into you The way you move The things you do Taking in every moment we spend Like a dream…
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The Core of Men
Love doesn’t count if it’s counted It can’t be measured It is and has always been infinite A heart calls for it Like a baby crying for it’s mother after leaving the womb We give up on love to easily And forget it’s power too soon It’s not tangible like money Or gems It comes…
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Status: Complicated
We’ve gone through so many phrases… Of caring Then not caring Then caring again Are we even lovers? Can we ever be friends? But for some reason We think of each other often So I guess that makes us complicated You want things simple But I leave you frustrated And although we both hate it…
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Thought: You Are a Sparkler
You are the fun that left the room when the celebration fizzles out. Sparklers lit for less than a minute add brightness to partially lit places. That’s why you are sorely missed. Because the absence of glittering illumination makes the heart grow fonder. So keep glowing baby. Flickering fireflies compete with your illustrious splendor. Love…
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Didn’t Hold You
Baby don’t worry about it Shorty didn’t hold you tight Didn’t lock you down No ring on a finger So there’s no need to stay around Who took care of whom? Go on, you can’t rely on the self-absorbed You can’t love a narcissistic When your parent was in the hospital They was absent Left…
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Talk
Talk Brotha can we talk? No fists, no knives, no guns and no baseball bats There is a time and a place for physical combat But the youth need to see How level headed adults negotiate We must unify like flocks of birds Taken to the baby blue sky There can be no pride in…
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Smitten
Smitten We rock to the smooth groove Of distant tunes incited by smitten feet We snuggle underneath the frost bitten moonlight We twirl to a lover’s beat My baby and me Love always, Esha <3
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