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Forgive

20:08 Feb 20 2008
Times Read: 550


Every once and a while I'll stop to see,

How you and I have come to be.

I want to make it, I know I do.

I want everything, as long as I have you.



But, with such problems I try to fight.

The bags heavy, I feel like I lose sight.

My wounds are deep and I hold onto them,

And when I look down, roots do stem.



My bitterness to how you've treated me,

I ask myself why, and if you see.

I don't look to forgive, and let go.

It's as if I want people to see a show.



I take rounds, and I want you to forgive my faults

And then I tend to do things that are insults.

I don't want to be so horrible, and I see now.

That I can't do this, and expect you to know how.



To forgive me, when I can't forgive you.

You're everything I have, you're everything true.

I see my problem, and know that in time.

I will make it better, I'll make it fine.



I guess what I'm saying, is I love you.

I don't want you or I to hurt, I just want to be true.


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Healer

17:54 Feb 07 2008
Times Read: 560


I watch as the world around me dies,

The death of those in screams and cries.

I am made to bare those who are in pain,

My heart stone, my passion not in vain.



I open up my hands in them of find my power,

In them I know many illnesses will cower.

In my mind, I see what I must do.

I can't be here, but give it all up true.



I walk amongst the sick and I lay my hands down,

In them their life, I draw from the ground.

My eyes I close to focus on their pain,

Their pain is mine to contain.



And in it you would call me crazy,

But my work does not make me lazy.

I can give them all a peace of mind,

Some of it cruel, some of it kind.



A healers life is never made of fun,

But there is alot to be done.

I walk this path to bare it well,

I make it look easy, can't you tell?


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Desert

05:38 Feb 01 2008
Times Read: 569


It's a desert, but it's cold

And in it my thoughts are sold.

My mouth is dry with grief,

but somehow it's a relief.

I'm not crying anymore,

My sides feeling sore.



I wrap my arms around me,

I was grieving of never be.

I'll never have your hand,

To possess you is sand.

Always moving, always shifting

Never giving, Never lifting.



You promised things before,

But the promises don't matter anymore.

I was left with broken dreams,

My reality stripping at the seams.

I am bare to the bone,

My heart dust blowing, shown.



No water for me to cry,

Just for me to sigh.

A pain that I didn't know,

Is the thought of letting go.

Why do I want something like this?

You are like the mist.



I can feel you, I know your there

I hear your thoughts, I hear you swear.

You speak the words I want to hear,

Then in them you pour my fear.

I was left out in this desert to die,

And in it was all I had left to cry.





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