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Philip Charles Brown


Miss Em


Had four brothers
now I got two
hate the pain
thank god I got you

beat myself up
tortured my mind
tried to get what I just couldn't find

ran from a place never thought I would be
thank god I got you, standing here by me

I somehow gotta getway
leave this place
I just can't stay
can't look at your face

miss dad and mother
cause they are gone
ain't one without the other
and it ain't no fun

need to stand, on my own two feet
walk on down, the remembered street

thanks god, you are here
how could I even stand the fear
of a lonely place
I could only wish they were all here

Submitted: Friday, February 01, 2013
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I once read that you should sit on a poem, polish it up in a few months, but if I did that and died I would not have shared my unpolished mind.

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