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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

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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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