NOtes and Old poems for son & ex.

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My King part one.

You're my crown. 

The one who turns my frown upside down. 

My King who brings out the Queen in me.  

You're my sky, when it's raining inside. 

Mi amor. 

Nothing less than me corazon.  

Not giving you too much props for what you do, letting you know I love you....cuz your just you.

The world wasn't so bright till you shined your light.  

You're my dream woken up. 

Ex thug got me in love. 

You're my angel sent from my creator. 

My destined opportunity to make a new start. 

I only want to kiss your heart. 

Keep it safe from harm. 

I'm not trying to be your bodyguard. 

Only make you shine like gold. 

Let you feel things you don't know.

You're my King, I'm your Queen. 

With our attitude, we can accomplish anything. 

Imagine us put together, we would make royalty. 

Hopefully one day the world can see.

Now I want to focus on us. 

Making this last till death do us part. 

Ashes to ashes dust to dust.

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Written 4/13/04, @ 7:21 pm

Sweet romances, love enhances.  

How divine. 

The world is mine.

Hold my hand, as you grow up to be a man. 

When you begin to give up, you'll be held up. 

Your heart won' crumble as long as you stay untouchable.

Your tears don't touch the ground, just your lips.  

Salty as the sweat on your fingertips.

Love doesn't have to hurt. 

You can make happiness without saying a word. 

It's the actions that make the attractions, the attraction is what gives you compassion and compassion makes you devoted.  

Then you realize why most are holding. 

Not to cuddle but to some how become one another. 

And when you have to let go don't forget, there's just things in life that you have left.

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Running never worked until now. 

Not until now did it feel right. 

I can't ever no matter what, ever be happy here. 

Not God , not money and not you. 

I'm taking my loves and possessions and going away. 

Not to hurt or spite anyone. 

I just can't do it anymore. 

Seeing the same people. 

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