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The Best Of Me

the best of me i can't even claim
so lost and torn holding my needs in
as i fix the worlds as my feelings of joy
like a toy to be played with as i don't
know how to play with my joy for my joy
is for the world as the best part of me
will be pleased in heaven there can never
be enough in this whole wide world to
impress me for i'm so taken by heavenly
things out of place i feel in this mere
place you call life a house or love is a bently
you call rolex a soul and yet i feel no glow
i see no twinkle in the diamonds for i
see no beauty in the most beautiful man
for i see my soul dancing over head even
though i walk with you why i'm out of place
as i ignore your gifts of the world as i see
the best of me way up there i try and see the
surface and when i do i give my best to you
as i love through heavens window i love me

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The Best Of Me, by she knows 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Sonja Carnes 5 months ago
Alluring and intriguing work! 
Beautifully written!
Iolanda Mason Italy 5 months ago
Thank you
she knows 5 months ago
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