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Dear friend i know you're hurting,
I can see it in your eyes,
You say your heart is breaking
And your stomach's done in ties,
Dear friend i see you crying,
And it rips my heart in two,
I see your pain and suffering,
My sympathy goes to you,
Dear friend i hear you cursing,
And wishing life away,
But i promise life will get better,
More so with everyday,
Dear friend i feel you shaking,
As i hold you in my arms,
At this moment there's part of you missing,
That certain special charm,
Dear friend i feel your pain,
I need for you to see,
That everytime you cry these tears,
You take a part of me,
Dear friend please know i'm here for you,
To share some of your pain,
To be here for you when it's sunny,
And even when it rains,
Dear friend you need to know that,
These words they are the truth,
Not jsut to make you feel better,
Although i can offer you know proof,
Dear friend this letter must end now,
For i have said what i needed to say,
I am always here for you to talk to,
Whether the time be night or day.
the end
Broken Doll
What Reason Then
Blessed are the days we live
Bless the love we have to give
For if we had no love to give
What reason then have we to live
Blessed are the friends we make
Bless the joy from them we take
For if there were no joy to take
What reason then for friends to make
A giving heart is what we share
With those for whom we really care
But if we really didn’t care
What reason then our hearts to share
Rejoice when good friends come your way
Give blessings to that special day
But if your life they weren’t part
We wouldn’t bless what they impart
Blessed are the ones we love
Whose friendship is so well thought of
And if those friends for you are there
What reason then to go elsewhere
World Weary
I am the ghost of me.
Always standing two steps behind.
Just a shadow really of the real me.
Sensing everything, but locked in my mind
utterly unable to alter to alter reality.
I am bound, dumb, but not blind.
People are made of glass and I see into their hearts,
fearing always what I will find.
I am weary, weary of being tongue tie,
the shackles made of love and fear,
a thousand trial conversations,
made of thoughts and words I can't share.
I am trying myself, guilty of being alive,
every person, judge and jury made unaware.
The juries out, but I condem myself each day,
as into every pair of eyes I stare.
FORGIVENESS
The leap of faith that I call trust,
returned to you at last,
no more lying to your eyes,
I've left that in the past.
Your mind at ease, set forth to dream,
bad memories removed, no more sleepless
shame filled nights, your hearts I've finally soothed.
My mind is finally free of hate,
though scars are here to stay.
We each must love each other now,
and cherish every day.
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