TROUBLED
00:08 Oct 31 2007
Times Read: 562
Do you hear a heart cry,
When it feels so much pain;
Do you hear a mind snap,
When it goes madly insane.
The undying love I have,
For you in my soul;
Is to much to hide,
For there is a great toll.
Do I let it all out,
And come what may;
Do I hide it within,
And go totally insane.
You push and shove,
And I pull and hold;
You fell so trapped,
I feel so alone.
Words taken in fun,
Are now words of hate;
Simple little things,
Are now a great debate.
I will not fight with you,
As I promised before,
If no one gets hurt,
No good-bys out the door.
I love you ever more,
As the days seem to last;
But in your beautiful mind,
You think of your past.
You become so quiet,
And try to hide within;
Not letting me by you,
Like I’m the one who sinned.
How do I reach you,
To bring you back;
Tell you of my love,
And reasons or facts.
Tell you of the feelings,
That you seem to bring out;
Tell you of your beauty,
Which there is no doubt.
I LOVE YOU more,
More than life itself,
Your all that I want,
A feeling I never felt.
I’ll let you alone,
To deal with this;
But I’m always here,
So I send you a kiss,
~CadreWolf
P--Is For Life
17:25 Oct 04 2007
Times Read: 580
P is for love,
Uncertain and true
Where do I start?
A child of blue.
Beaten and hurt
Thru words and hands,
Why, oh why
He can’t understand.
Sister with brothers,
Treated so nice,
Why do his parents;
Treat him with spite,
Pain from a babysitter,
Done with sin....
How will this child’s
Soul never mend.
A Divorce of a family,
Done with deceit;
Child at the window,
Watch his father get beat.
A Child not a child
Grown up to fast,
Memories of youth;
Have gone and past.
P is for a teenager
Quiet and shy;
His face has a smile
But his heart does cry.
Wanting some love
Tis no one around
Getting used and mistreated
And left with no sound.
Gangs and violence
Knives and guns;
Teen-agers out
Having fun.
Alcohol and drugs
Teenager always high
On a one way Street
Always wanting to die
Which way to turn
No family and friends
No one to help
At lives bitter end.
Loss of a family
Brother and friend,
Asking the heavens;
Their lives they end.
P is for a child
Tender and sweet
Small little hands
Tiny little feet.
Brought in this world
With love and grace
A proud daddy
With smile on his face.
But another heartache,
Fills his life;
Loss of kids,
Hate of his wife.
P is for the bottle
He climbs back in
Hoping to God
His life will end.
No care to go on
No where to turn
This what life is
It has no concerns.
P is the other woman
Sweet and bright
The joy she brings
Into his life.
How far will it go
The love they share,
The loss of her...
His heart would tear.
Sweet tender kisses
Warm loving hold
The love in his heart
Will she ever know.
P is for being old,
Alone and gray
Hope to hell
He’s never that way.
What’s to come?
Who’s ever to know?
What life throws at you?
As the next day unfolds.
New friends..
New loves
Only he knows,
As he watches above.
His final words
His undying thoughts
Closes his eyes
He hears the shot.
A man mixed up
He feels so alone,
The taking of his life;
Which no one adorns
P is for life
Mean and cruel,
P is for pain
Don’t ever be fooled.
~CadreWolf
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