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Born to Life, Born to Love, Born to hate what’s from above. “What a beautiful little child,” So they said one dreary night. “As if heaven has graced her, She’ll be a shining light.” She was said to be perfect, On her day of birth. Such stunning little blue eyes, Glowing like the hearth. Her laughter filled the air, Like a thousand joyful cries. Yet, no one ever realized, That she’s the one who dies. -Chorus- She’ll hide from the world! Trying to seem as imperfect as can be. She’ll hide from ...

Finely knitted, or Finely sewn, Either way, His love is known. Long gone- never forgotten, His scent still remains. Old spice trapped in fibers, A little piece of his remains. Like arms open wide, This sweater drapes over me. Keeping warmth upon my skin, The deer run across the pattern's sea. It's an everlasting memory, Of a man who joined our family. Who became the idol of my life, Feel the comfort and the heat, A softness in my soul to keep. See me smile, see me cry, see me miss, My Grandpa...

Dreams can be a very curious thing. It is said they show the inner workings of a person's mind and what surrounds them day by day. Yet, how funny it is for dreams to work as they do. Some nights one may never realize they have dreams while any other day they would know and yet not remember. Often times one will dream and remember the next day, wishing it could continue. I've had dreams like these once. Usually, I would try to revisit such a dream in hopes that it would continue, but we all kn...