There's only a certain limit to the things I'll tell you. You'll miss me when I leave cause my kind of company is hard to find. You'll miss my voice cause no one will tell you the kind of things I will tell you. You will not feel a more sweeter soul like mine pass through. My presents is not faint. It is at a high degree when I speak. The magnitude of my voice shakes me at times cause I'am not aware of how far my mentality goes. When I'am zeal with this particular person I'am more at home with myself, but this feeling barely presents its self. So Please Don't Go Away...
Goldie
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Goldie
PDGAThere's only a certain limit to the things I'll tell you. You'll miss me when I leave cause my kind of company is hard to find. You'll miss my voice cause no one will tell you the kind of things I will tell you. You will not feel a more sweeter soul like mine pass through. My presents is not faint. It is at a high degree when I speak. The magnitude of my voice shakes me at times cause I'am not aware of how far my mentality goes. When I'am zeal with this particular person I'am more at home with myself, but this feeling barely presents its self. So Please Don't Go Away...  |
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