Michelle O'Connor

Texas Rose
that is what i am
born and raised to stand on my own
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Hope
It's in the eyes of a child
It's the rising of a new day
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i know this isnt my original poem/ song i do not claim rights to the song but i thought about this song and had to post it


It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen
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The last curl in place
her hand shakes
she looks up at the reflecation
the girl in the mirror looks like hell
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she hides from him,
He looks for her
She cries away the pain and sorrow
He has no idea what he does to her
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Share with others
The gifts of which you have
Mothers, daughters, sisters and brothers
will gather around from everywhere
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Through the pain and misery
I blindly follow the dim light
the shadows around me are calling
they beckon me back to the abyss
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Love..
he promises her forever
her hopes lay in his hands
he holds her close
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