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A Door or Adore
 




There are lots of ways to say things,
and lots of ways to rhyme.
If I say I adore you,
does it open a door in my mind?

There are things that sound like,
but are not the same at all.
Communications is so important,
some people’s feelings may take a fall.

It matters how you word things,
and the way you say them too.
The tone of your voice is important,
it matters whatever you do.

If I always scream things,
who will listen when I speak?
People like to be spoken to kindly,
so watch your words and make them meek.

Niceness makes everyone happy,
God says this way is best.
People will listen if you use,
words that give hearts a true quest.

 

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Crying
 

Will it stop the pain?
Will it make me feel better?
It is unbearable, and I can’t help but

Crying

Why must everything be this or that?
Why must everything be so hard?
Especially to love
And to stay in love

Crying

My eyes are red
And I dry them and wonder if you know what is happening to me
What I am going through
Do you even care?
What kind of man are you
Is it easy to take and take?
Is it easy to walk away to another?
Do you care of my pain and my lost

Crying

Will it stop the pain?
Will it make me feel better?
It is unbearable, and I can’t help but
To cry

So tonight I lie upon my bed
And tears flow and I wonder
What was it all for?
All this time--
All the conversations, plans, dreams,
The I Love Yous
The never to live without me
or that I was the best thing that ever happened to you

Was it all a sham?
To obtain only what you need and wanted
And you never thought about me
That I am also a human, who feels, who breathes air,
who loves, and who loved you.
Did you know, it all left me so all alone and left me

Crying.

 

 



 

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Dry your tears
 

dry your eyes
let the salty water touch your fingers
feel the icy chill
the taps flowing
the water running
what is the cause of this
my child
my angel
my life
why do you cry?
does your soul feel shattered?
does your body feel broken?
Did you let down your barrier?
The one you hold so dear
The one you yearn for
Did you let him in?
With out knowing it
Only to have a little bud grow in the barrier
To grow
To consume
Till the very essence that was there before
Fell into pieces
Like a ruin of a palace
Beautiful when alive
Haunting and chilling
Once the life is gone
And the rain falls
The palace can never be how it was before
It can be replaced…
But not as strong
Not as stable
Or it can be replaced by a different palace
One that is blacker
Colder
Chilling
Harder
Harder to crack
And fall to pieces
But the door will be harder to move
When the time comes
What palace will you chose?
Either way
My child
My angel
My life
Dry your eyes
And live to see another day

 

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Granny Angel
 



Granny Angel watches over me
She's not really my granny
But she is to me.
Even though you'd never ask
Or feel bad about
Taking her charity
She's just one of those people
Who reaches out
With genoristy and kindness,
To lend a helping hand,
She knows she
Doesn't have to
But she does
It's nice to know
That someone cares,
She's always there
Whether it be
In good times or need.
Granny Angel, thank you!
It's a blessing
That we have
A special angel like you!

 

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Ill see you in deaths time
In a another world
Ill miss you so much and more
But it is time I let you go

There is nothing I can do for you
I say this for truth
I love you with all my heart
Forever more will this be true

I watch your life go by
With pain and suffering
Now it is time to let go
And finally say goodbye

Ill miss you
Ill always love you
But now there is nothing to be said
And nothing to be done

Ill see you sometime
In that heaven your in
Because that is where you’ll be
When I come in

Until then
Ill be seeing you
Ill miss you a lot
But remember this is not a good bye
For I will join you
Somewhere out there

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little ones
 

Watching them sleep,they are so sweet,
my 3 angels from god,was gonna tickle their feet.
I hear their laughs and see their smiles everyday
there is nothing I wouldnt do for my kids,and no price i wouldnt pay.
without them in my life i would be so lost,
they keep me going,and i would do anything for them at any cost.
Lifes so short not to enjoy the little things
I look at my kids and my heart just sings.
I never thought in a million years I could love anyone
like I do them,They make my life so complete
and full of joy,and at christmas they get alot of toys.
Bedtime stories they love to hear,I hold those times close
and very dear.To see them hurt and eyes full of tears
makes me wrap my around them,and hold them near.
Wipe the little noses dry and send them off to school.oopps wait
you forgot your kiss goodbye.Off they go to learn new things
a,b,c's 1,2,3s.Your mommys little girls,thats without a doubt,but to daddy
your sam,guts and dork.Your my daughters,my angels that shine so bright,
its late now,,so mommy will say goodnight.......

 

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Pushing Them Away
 

Push them all away
Push them all away
That’s right

Engorge yourself in the pain
Let it become you
Let it control you
And just make sure
Make sure
You push them all away

Drown your sorrows
In tears and alcohol
Cry into the bottle rather than a shoulder
Keep yourself at a distance
And oh, make sure
You push them all away

Have you ever tried
To cut yourself out
Of your own skin?
I have.
Feeling so ashamed even to be
In the same body as me
For pushing
Pushing them all away

Do you still remember when you go to sleep?
Do you still dream that same dream you dreamt every night?
Does the song still make you cry?
Do you even remember
Why you’re crying?
And why you’re pushing
Pushing them all...

 

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Ouder en wijzer.

We zitten hand in hand te kijken
naar de vlammen in ,t haardvuur
Ik wend m,n gezicht naar dat van jou
De vlammen spelen een spel
Je kijkt me aan en glimlacht
Je houd m,n blik gevangen
Ik voel me gelukkig en zie dat
ook in jouw ogen.

We omhelzen en kussen elkaar
Je nestelt je in m,n armen en
slaakt een diepe zucht
,n Zucht  van opluchting omdat we elkaar
weer hebben ontmoet na lange tijd.

Het is alsof de tijd heeft
stilgestaan
We zijn weer net zo verliefd als toen
Alleen wat ouder en wijzer
Dat zal ons helpen om samen
verder door het leven te gaan
en gelukkig te zijn.
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Gedachten.

Gedachten zijn net vlinders
ze komen en ze gaan
maar niemand kan me dwingen
om mijn gedachten af te staan
Soms zijn ze vrolijk
maar ook wel eens depressief
Soms kunnen gedachten mij omringen
maar ze komen ook wel eens als een dief
om alles te verstoren
dan wil ik er niet naar horen
maar toch dwingen ze me dan
omdat ik ze niet stoppen kan
om te luisteren
wat ze fluisteren
Het drukt me dan teneer
en dan denk ik bij mezelf
Dat gebeurt niet weer!
Maar telkens trap ik er weer in
en krijgen mijn gedachten weer hun zin
om mij het leven te vergallen
En ik?
Ik kan alleen mijn vuisten ballen.
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