Becky's Poetry Blog

My soap I make is the best soap around It difintely does not have me feeling down.

Love isn't always forever You have to find the right person wherever.

He smiled at me Im waiting for him to set me free His he going to set me free? Does he even think of me? Is he my true destiny?

 Holding ones breath She was unsure about her future Her face seem to shine Taking in deep breaths With stong eye contact Smiling unsure of the future Her lips parting slightly Asking others to reaffirm the chance of success Shifting back and forth She felt a flutter in her belly.

I love thee My love for thee Is true for me There is a rose in my hair I have time to spare My love for thee Is for eternity For now I must admit I'm a bit concerned Thee is my only love  How can I be sure of That thee is for me I love thee My love  for thee is true to me Thee is like a rose in my hair I have time to spare When no one else cares for me Who do I turn to? I turn to thee Because he is thee He cares for me I love thee My love for thee Is true for me Thee is like a rose in my hair I have time to spare. My, my, my, my, my, my my my my my my my my my my My love for thee He sets me free I love thee We live in a tree

I love you  You love me You are my destiny I can't deny your Love for me The way you hold my hand The way we walk through the sand Until our toes get all crinkly The way you pull my hair As you kiss me up and down And it sends chills down my spine I love you. And you love me.

I detest thee They shall never see me Thee is rotten to the core I don't like thee I never see thee   I detest thee They shall never see me To whom shall I owe this greatness to I never see thee I detest thee They shall never see me All the riches and greatness has overcome me And I detest thee I shall never see thee For thee is a low-life And I don't like thee Thee is not the one for me I detest thee I detest thee They shall never see me To whom I shall owe this greatness to I never see thee I detest thee They shall never see me I'm shaken in my sleep Because they detest me I never see thee This is not the one for me I detest thee I no longer live  for thee No one likes thee I never see thee I detest thee They shall never see me To whom shall I owe this greatness to I shall never see thee