Missy Lynn

Trust is
A light that shines in your eyes
Bright and flickering
As a candle in the breeze
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Remember little jack sprat
Remember three little pigs
Remember all those fairy tales
That seemed so real to us a kids
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Grandmother’s love is
Richer
Then all
The treasures in the world
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The calm of night is rustled
By gentle voices upon the breath of wind
The stillness that covers crackled under
The feet of evening’s bitterest gust
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When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me
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Sweat beads down my face
90 degrees Toiling over fire
I never complained in this
(I cook, I clean)
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Cool and clean your voice
Speaks smoothly
Floating to the
Core of my being
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Past times are strange
Sometimes funny
Sometimes sad
The past
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Minds aflame with adoration
Souls alive in desperation
Bodies burning in delight
Try as you may and try as you might
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Big cities, small towns
Pent homes, farmhouse
Ghetto, Park Avenue
Public, privet
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I see you upon a breath of light
Lying downward on this night
You are so small and sweet it seems
Beginning to dream infant dreams
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You are a monster
You destroy my life
You cause me fury and hate
A never-ending barrow of pain and strife
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My grandmother is here with me
She serves my cup of tea
And loves me more, as her sweet pea
My grandmother is here right now
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Do you know the feeling
That it is to lose a friend?
To have someone so close
Shatched away?
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Quite child, do not scream
Now is the time to dream
Pony rides and Puppy dogs
Real big slides and Lincoln logs
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The forlorn meant of age
Wisping time flies by
Locked steel cages
We wait, patiently, but why?
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Happy baby, sweet little boy
Nice tiny child
Parents pride and joy
Look like an angel
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I tried to say no
But he pursued
I tried to push
But he was stronger
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Done
I am done
Done with pain
Finished with abuse
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Late at night
When the world is still
I shed a tear
For the lost, gone
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