Christal Carpenter Poems

Why do I bother
Writing these poems
They can't bring back a dead father
Or build up broken homes
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Our hearts where born abused
Our souls became confused
We didn't know of love
We thought we had enough
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head in my heart
and my heart in your hand
the crushing and twisting
is driving me mad
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Thump goes my heart
When I see you
Walking down the hall
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forgive the wind the blows through your hair
for tomorrow it may not be there
and when the air is gone and you struggle to take one last breath
and your lungs start to fall
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I wish I could just go away,
just fly up to the sky
and sit on the edge of a star,
listen tho the wind whistle past my ears
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~heaven sent
this little child
to the world
so meek and mild~
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Will thou not cast me aside from this pain?
Will mine lips for ever utter thine ugly name?
Death be damned!
The dispirited seraph rises again!
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there once stood the soul
of eternal torment bind

and there she stood
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this is my beauty tool
this is my stop to check the rules
this is my over all, underworld, stop it all
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