--updated 04/02/09

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Story Told by Mikens St. L. Day 1 It wasn’t him. Not that summer. That fall, Nor that night. It all started When they were young In the classroom Standing by the door. Eager to speak, She glanced at him, Her radiant eyes burned, Through his with affection. Day 2 Time is of the essence. The Gods have granted her the gift of courage. With that; She giggled and smiled And softly said “I like you” He stared. Captured the moment. Day 3 It was her first kiss. Here  and  after  Cupid  hit  them  too,  in  the  back That’s when he figured she was the one. 4 Days Past Love flew away; Cupid’s arrow now broken. “I don’t feel the same way about us anymore.” She was no longer under the arrows spell. Seems like he got too close, And for her ,he fell. He gazed confused Breathless was his heart, running from confusion. Thoughtless was his mind From wondering the reason,she left.

 

Live  Like the sun in the sky, I shall love you till I die, Vines shall sprout flowers around my heart, Ending our lives in worlds apart. ~~Chris H~~

Tear Together forever we will be, Even through eternity, A day doesn’t go by, Remembering your death I cry. ~~Chris H~~

Care  Creating what I wish to be, A great friend you’ve been to me, Reveling when I’m in strife, Everyday friends we’ll be for life. ~~Chris H~~

 

THE SKY IS BLUE by Mikens St. L.   So tell me,  what color are you?? Let it be known throughout the earth, that my heart's to you. When the grass is green sometimes, what we are, just can't be seen. O my fair lady if pleasure is your leisure so it be mine. Since I've met you my fate does no longer rest by my hands but yours.

 
 

I ONCE HAD A LADY I met her by the forbidden tree it was more like harmony I thought it was meant to be but I was wrong, cause she left me my devotion to her like a dragon to its master doves and roses love tied our shoelaces endlessly I love her. by Mikens St L.

 

LIFE IS LIKE A GAME OF BASKETBALLL   THERE IS ALWAYS ONE SHOT LEFT   NO MATTER WHERE YOU TAKE IT    YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT. Mikens St. L.
	BECAUSE TOMORROW MIGHT NOT BE by Mikens St. L.   Dreams of a new start,  justified by a golden sunlight. Today is here,  tomorrow might not be mine. It is the delighted essence  of she who found me twisted with my love throughout the mines of life, searching. She sizzled my spirit I've found mine.  Find yours.

 

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