Like everyone else on this planet
I am the product of two people
Some are in love
Some were a passing night
I am a child of two people
I have there features mixed in my body
I have their traits mixed in my blood
I have their personalities mixed in my mind
I am a combination of two
I have picked up their habits
I've picked up some from both
And some how I've picked up
The things they hate
About eachother
The things they nit pick
When they think we can't hear
The little tidbits they throw at eachother
Out of spite and pain
I am the first product of two
I'm told to like myself
That there is nothing to hate
I am the parts they hate
In themselves
In eachother
The second product of two
Took after him
And small bits of her he saw as good
The frist, the combination
The second, the similar
The third product of two
Built themselves
From friendly highs
The first, the combination
The second, the similar
The third, the free
The fourth product of two
Too young to to be built
Ready to mold
The frist, the combination
The second, the similar
The third, the free
The fourth, the ready mold
We all bare their marks
These products of two
We all have a heart
These products of two
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A Collection of Poems - Emotions & Thoughts
PoezjaEmotions and thoughts that are hard to speak, put down as poems to show the mind. Some are painful, some are confused and some are silly.
