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Best Poems From
CHELSEA DEVRIES
(08/04/1991)
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That Should Be
My hand in yours,
My fingers linked between yours.
Those should be my lips
you cannot stop kissing.
Those should be my eyes
you cannot look away from.
That should be my hair
you like to play with and smell.
That should be your hand around my waist
as we pose for a picture declaring to the world
that we are not ashamed to be seen with each other.
That should be my name that you change.
That should be my face that you declare you love me to.
That should be your knee you kneel on as you grab my hand,
in the end you should know
It should be me
that you choose
to be with.
It should be us;
just me
and you
together.
Chelsea DeVries
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The Chosen
I've had many suitors,
not so suitable losers.
Ego-boosting conceited jerks,
Guys with the works.
Guys who play games
Guys who keep score
Guys who forget your names
Guys who are just manwhores.
Guys who act like they've gotten plenty
when they really haven't gotten any.
Guys who are just plain creepers
with their perverted peepers.
Then, I met you.
A guy who compliments me
because he finds me beautiful
when I wear an outfit from
the back of my closet.
A guy who makes me laugh
by just being himself
even if it means he's a total dork.
A guy who never
wants to leave my side.
He has to introduce
the hug we share
cause he really cares.
I think my search is over;
I've found my choice.
I've chosen you.
Chelsea DeVries
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The Rose
The rose
Blossoms from a small seed.
Becomes something everyone
Loves.
Then wilts away into something
Everyone hates.
Then
The rose
Dies leaving behind
A memory.
Chelsea DeVries
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The Ultimate Test: Betrayal
I wake up
and wish you felt
like this.
Permanent blackout
over my life
but I'm stepping out
from under you
and your rain cloud
of abuse.
I'm stronger
than yesterday
last year
last week.
I'm not weak
just human
betrayed by someone
close enough to love me
but chose to test me.
Was it all
bull
or was it all
bluff?
I don't really give a flying penguin
about you and your whereabouts
I'm just trying to understand
what happened to the decent men
God created on this planet.
In God I trust
no longer will I put my hope and faith
in dust
like you
because
without me
You are nothing.
Stalk my twitter
I am not bitter
I just look
better
than you.
God has a plan
and he will never
Fail me.
Enjoy hell, creature of Satan.
Chelsea DeVries
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