Shayla Poems - Poems about Shayla

In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone, Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone. She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips, "My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped." Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace, She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space. For Charles, the one she loves, but he...

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In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone, Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone. She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips, "My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped." Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace, She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space. For Charles, the one she loves, but he...

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The Wandering Heart (Shayla Part 1) by Bob Dylan, Ima Gen, and B. Marquardt-Alexander (Verse 1) On desolate highways, she stands alone A beauty worn, with eyes that once shone Near thirty summers, her heart does ache With every step, a piece of her does break (Chorus) Oh, Shayla, with a heart full of pain She searches for solace, but it's all in vain Her...

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In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone, Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone. She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips, "My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped." Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace, She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space. For Charles, the one she loves, but he...

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She pulls off her glasses and says: "For my whole life, I''ve wandered through a maze. My drawings look like a drunken haze of fog, And sometimes I wonder." Her dirty brown hair falls down to her shoulders. She waves her hand back and forth for his pleasure. She once promised him any leisure; Now she gives in without a care. He...

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